Today’s guest picture comes from an outing near Derby undertaken by my brother Andrew. He went visit the Abbey at Darley Abbey and found that all that remains of it is a public house called “The Abbey”
If yesterday was a dull and gloomy day, today was a duller and gloomier day. It was warm for the time of year though and that made the drizzle that came and went even more annoying.
I got up early (for me) and made a venison stew for the slow cooker before we went off to sing in the church choir. The choir was rather short of numbers and with several unison hymns and no anthem, it made for a gentle reintroduction to singing for me.
When we got back, the rain stopped for a while and we got busy in the garden.
I took a picture or two but everything was far too wet and the day was far too dark for anything to photograph well.
The first gardening task was to pick a up a large number of windfalls from one of the espalier apples. I should have thinned them out earlier and they are overcrowded so a lot of them had fallen off in unison. I gave some to one neighbour and then went across to wish our neighbour Liz a happy birthday and ask if she would like some apples too.
She came across to fetch some and while she was there, she gave us a helping hand in the next task which was the removal of our ancient blackcurrant bush. Mrs Tootlepedal is going to remodel that end of the vegetable garden.
Liz likes nothing better than to give an axe a hefty swing so with her on the axe and Mrs Tootlepedal on the pick, we soon got it shifted. I worked the spade and did some heaving.
At that stage, it started to rain quite heavily so we left the garden.
We sorted out our potatoes for storage and Mrs Tootlepedal did some work on the new garage doors prior to them being painted. Fortunately the cycling Tour of Britain has started and this gave us a perfect excuse to watch the telly and ignore the weather.
I did occasionally look out of the window at the birds and was pleased to see some interest in the big sunflower head.
The sparrows were as boisterous as ever…
..with regrettable outbreaks of sparrow stamping.
A jackdaw took a very dim view of this behaviour.
Whenever the drizzle took a rest, I kept looking out into the garden to see if it was dry enough for a walk but by the time I had thought about going out, it had generally started to rain again.
I did spot a brooding presence in our rowan tree.
I made some alleged ciabatta in the bread machine (we have yet to try it out) and that was about the most exciting thing of the day.
After we had eaten venison stew for our tea, we went off to a church choir practice. Our organist and choirmaster is trialling some Sunday evening practices to see how that suits choir members. Once again it was only a small turnout but the practice was both useful and enjoyable.
The forecast is looking a bit gloomy so I may have to sort out my wet weather cycling gear if I want to get some September miles in.
The flying bird of the day is not one of my best.