Today’s guest picture shows Langholm exile Tom getting ready to set off on the Capetown Cycle Tour a few days ago. He tells me that it is 109 kms around the peninsula, with great views but the route is hilly.
He suggested that it might be just the thing for me next year but I fear that the bus fare to get there might be a bit steep too.
I should have been able to excite readers with a selection of exciting bird and frog pictures but I took the card out of my camera and put it down somewhere so sensible that I can’t find it all. You will have to imagine the birds and frogs and this shouldn’t be too hard as they will be much the same as ever.
I had a quiet morning as Mrs Tootlepedal went off early to visit Matilda in Edinburgh and I retired to bed until lunch time as I had had a very poor night’s sleep.
The fact that it was raining all morning as well as being cold and windy made staying in bed seem like a really good idea.
In the afternoon, I went to Carlisle and discussed bikes with the bike shop man. He showed me a picture of the crack in the fairly speedy bike…
…which looked quite serious to me. It is possible to get an aluminium frame crack welded but I am not going to do it because if one has appeared, it seems likely that another one might follow it. The bike has been bumping over our rotten roads for many years on high pressure tyres and I feel that it doesn’t owe me anything and can be gracefully retired.
Besides, it is exciting to be contemplating a new bike, even at my age.
Oh, Mrs Tootlepedal has just come in with the camera card which needed her skills to be found. Here is a late bird and frog show.
A happy frog…
…a cautious chaffinch…
…and a chaffinch catastrophe. Ouch.
Back to the story in Carlisle:
After doing the new bike contemplation, I went to the station to meet Mrs Tootlepedal. She had had a day of misfiring transport links with late buses and a missed train but had still managed to have an enjoyable lunch with Matilda and her father.
The reason for the early start and return was the need to be present as our Carlisle choir sang in the Carlisle Music Festival. We were entered in two classes for open choirs, one with seven entries and one with four. Rather to our surprise, we won the larger of the two classes and came second in the other.
The shield for the winning choir was enormous….
…which was only fair because our choir is enormous too.
This is about half of them.
Our very talented conductor can be seen in the back row looking justifiably proud of his work.
What with considering a new bicycle and singing in the choir, the day ended a great deal better than it had begun.
I even caught a flying bird of the day while I was having my sardine sandwich for lunch.