Today needed a splash of colour so I was grateful to our daughter Annie for sending me this cheerful guest picture of the day, even though there might be a hint of commercialism in these Carnaby Street lights.
We had a very grey day indeed, with quite a lot of added rain so it wasn’t much hardship to spend almost every minute of it indoors.
Serious leg resting was the order of the day but I was up to making a pot of coffee and welcoming some scones and their maker…..
…to liven up my morning.
While Dropscone and I were sipping and chatting, Mrs Tootlepedal was out in the garden speaking to a man from a power company. He had come to inspect the two electricity poles on our land. They have been condemned as requiring replacement for some years and inspectors keep arriving to inspect them again but replacements never happen.
It must have been an interesting chat because after Dropscone left, Mrs Tootlepedal dragged me out into the rain to look at the poles.
As you can see, the one in the middle of the vegetable garden has got a stay and Mrs Tootlepedal had learned that this was because it is not deeply planted. The inspector could tell this because of the height of the planting mark….
…on the pole. It was above head height which indicates a shallow depth in the ground. The inspector remarked that the DCC marking indicated that the pole had been planted before 1950 so it has survived a good long time.
The other pole near our gate is differently marked…
…and the lower marking of IF tells the experienced eye that it is deeply planted and needs no stay. It is considerably younger that the other pole but still needs replacing. Mrs Tootlepedal didn’t learn what the other curious carvings mean.
I was so excited by all this that I had to go in and sit down for several hours.
Luckily I had a lot to do and I did it so the time passed well enough.
A visit from Mike Tinker and an excellent meal, prepared by Mrs Tootlepedal followed and then it was time to totter off (very gently) and sing with the Langholm choir. We were a bit short of numbers as some members were involved in a play performance but we had a good sing and I enjoyed myself.
I managed the walk back home without doing my leg a mischief so for a miserably wet and windy day, it was good enough to be entered on the credit side of the great ledger of life.
It was far too gloomy to be able to catch a flying bird and indeed most of the birds seemed to following my example and keeping out of the weather so there is no flying bird of the day.
It is supposed to be a sunny day, at least in the morning, tomorrow so normal service should be resumed as far as the FBotD goes.