Today’s guest pictures is another from Venetia’s visit to Marseille. Mrs Tootlepedal and I have had two very good visits to Marseille with my siblings so I make no apologies for another picture of a place of which I have happy memories.
Last night I foolishly let my thoughts stray to the idea of having a short test ride on my slow bike this morning to see how my leg took to it. The weather gods, who are ever alert to the slightest whim, promptly turned off the sunshine and got the rain back and all in all it was a very gloomy day and I gave up any thoughts of a ride.
Luckily Dropscone was alert to the weather too and knowing that I was stuck at home, he kindly came round with supplies of rescue scones which we ate with our coffee.
He was in a very cheerful mood as he had recently produced a good round of golf after several months of indifferent form. And it was not just a fairly good round, it was good enough to win a competition with over 60 players. Of course, the question now is: can he do it again? I hope so.
After he left, I looked out of the window into the rain. There were goldfinches about…
…and as you can see, some had taken more trouble getting dressed than others.
The smarter looking ones were giving each other the hard stare….
…and a green finch was keeping an eye out for incoming goldfinches.
After coffee, Mrs Tootlepedal went off on an excursion to Longtown and I settled down to some computer work, a late lunch and a walk to the Archive Centre.
The walk went reasonably well as I managed to stop limping but it was still a slightly painful experience.
The reason for the visit was a meeting between Sandy, Nancy and myself to decide what we need to keep and what we can discard when we move to new premises next month. Hard choices will have to made as we can’t take everything with us but we found it quite easy to pick some obvious items for the discard pile. Other items are going to take more thinking about. We paused for thought after about an hour.
Sandy gave me a lift home and we had a cup of tea with Mrs Tootlepedal who had returned from her outing.
It was still damp and grey so I headed back to m computer when Sandy went home and worked away while Mrs Tootlepedal cooked a delicious tea of baked marrow stuffed with mince and covered by a cheese sauce, the marrow grower’s version of lasagne. It was so good that I am going to cook it again tomorrow for myself.
After tea, I went off to sing with the Langholm choir and tried to put all the advice from singing teacher and speech therapist to good use.
The flying bird of the day is another chaffinch further from the feeder than yesterday’s capture and duller too.