Today’s guest picture is a cheery looking cottage with a rather mournful sign. My friend Bruce visited it in the village of Eyam in the Derbyshire dales.
Our spell of grey, cold and windy weather continued today and as I woke up with a pain in my side which had come from who knows where and wouldn’t go away, I got progressively gloomier as the day went on.
I started with a stroll round the garden to find the daffodil of the day…
…and then tested out the ability of the Lumix to take a bird picture through the kitchen window…
…and followed that by brief walk with Patricia to stretch her legs before catching the train back to London. We walked along the river between the suspension bridge and the town bridge and then walked back along the other side.
I had hoped for some bird life to show our visitor and was pleased to see a dipper flitting about the river. It did so much flitting that I couldn’t get a picture of it and once again had to settle for a more obliging oyster catcher.
After coffee, we went off to Carlisle where Patricia caught her London train and Mrs Tootlepedal, after a brief burst of shopping and a light lunch, caught the train to Edinburgh to visit Matilda. Meanwhile, I visited the bike shop to organise the pedal specification for my new bike (still two weeks away) and then went home, passing the cathedral….
…and a splendid bank of municipal daffodils on my way back to the car.
Once home, I had time for a light lunch of soup and cheese before an old friend came round to get my help in booking flights to and from Barcelona. As she has no access to a computer, she finds it impossible to do this for herself. With a bit of a struggle, we managed to find suitable flights and booked them but as I don’t fly, it was all new and sometimes baffling to me.
I am keeping my fingers crossed that it all turns out right.
I gave my friend a lift home and then took a walk round the garden, looking both down…
..and managing to avoid the outstretched grasp of the silver pear in between.
I did think about a cycle ride but my ribs were sore and the wind was biting so I went back indoors and watched the birds in a glum sort of way.
Once again, there were plenty to watch in spite of occasional (unsuccessful) fly throughs from the sparrowhawk.
The siskins were not here today but there were a lot of goldfinches so the seed still went down at a good speed…
…and the regular chaffinches were as anxious to make their feelings known as ever…
…either behind the back or face to face.
We have been getting visits from quite a few pigeons lately. They always seem to have slightly pursed lips and a disapproving air about them.
Having discarded thoughts of cycling, my gloomy mood kept me from walking too and I just slouched about the house looking mean, moody but far from magnificent for the rest of the afternoon.
In the evening, I picked up Susan and we drove to Carlisle where the healing properties of playing recorder music with a sympathetic group came to the fore and cheered me up enormously.
I was cheered even more by going to the station after finishing playing, to collect Mrs Tootlepedal from the Edinburgh train before coming back to Langholm
We are going to have a quiet day tomorrow.
The flying bird of the day is one of the goldfinches.