Today’s guest picture comes from Gavin’s Spanish holiday where he came across this chap. Hard to know what he is thinking.
We had a lovely day here, warm with light winds. I will say that again: We had a lovely day here, warm with light winds.
There was an article in my newspaper this morning pointing out that this has been the coldest spring for 30 years and that it is likely to continue to be cold until June. You can see why everyone thought that today was so special.
It was a bit unfortunate then that I had to spend quite a bit of time making sure that everything would be ready for the return of Mrs Tootlepedal. This involved brushing, sweeping, hoovering, dusting, cooking and ironing so I was kept quite busy.
Mike Tinker popped in to say that he had seen a pair of goosanders at the Langholm Bridge so as soon as I had finished ironing a couple of shirts, I went out to see if I could see them. Unfortunately but predictably, they had moved on. (It takes me quite a time to iron a couple of shirts.) I snapped a pair of oyster catchers instead….
..and came home.
I had time for a walk round the garden. The tadpoles were showing definite signs of life….
…and once again, I found a frog in the pond.
I am going to try to take a picture of a daffodil of the day for a while. Here is today’s effort.
There are peonies growing so fast that that they blurred the shot.
And there was a good number of bees buzzing about. Unfortunately they were mostly interested in the hellebores and as the hellebores’ heads hang down, it was hard to get a picture of the bees visiting.
I am very happy to see that the redpolls are still coming and there were more than two today.
The feeders were busy….
…but so was I so I didn’t get many shots.
I had time for a short cycle ride after an early lunch and I was able to discard a layer or two in the sunshine and wear mitts instead of gloves. This was very welcome but it didn’t make me pedal any faster.
I made a short diversion to look at the alder catkins….
…and enjoy the rippling of the little burn beside the tree.
I had a much better view from the top of Callister than I had had on my last ride and I have no doubt that readers will be as surprised as I was to see that the turbines at Minsca were not turning, a very rare situation.
It was even odder than usual because the wind turbines on the Langholm side of the hill had been going round. Some freak of land shape must have directed the wind in one way and not the other because there was no breath of wind on my cheek when I took the picture above but after noting a fine lichen on a nearby wall…
…and being mightily impressed by the clouds behind Langholm…
…I found a light but distinctly helpful wind behind me as I cycled down Callister and back home…
…passing turbines that were turning and this lesser celandine on my way.
I had time for a shower and a final look around before I went to Carlisle to pick up Mrs Tootlepedal from the station. She had come up from London in the company of my stepmother, Patricia who is visiting us for a few days. The weather had been horrible in London so they were very pleased to find the sun shining in Carlisle.
We hadn’t been in the house for long before it started to rain rather unexpectedly. However, it was very nice to see that the weather gods were only using the rain to provide a high quality welcome home for Mrs Tootlepedal.
Mutter, mutter mutter, “Those telephone wires always spoiling a picture,” mutter, mutter, mutter.
Ah, that’s better.
The rain didn’t last long and I took a moment to check the feeders before we had our tea.
After our evening meal, Patricia, Mrs Tootlepedal and I had a gentle and pleasant walk along the river in the gloaming. Rather annoyingly, two goosanders swam past us, safe in the knowledge that the light was far too poor now for photography.
The flying bird of the day, in the nick of time, was that greenfinch I saw before tea.