Today’s guest picture comes from my Somerset correspondent Venetia, who found herself, with a crowd of other musicians, singing the European National Anthem very loudly outside the Houses of Parliament to indicate their support for free movement for musicians after any Brexit. This is niche protesting brought to a fine art.
There were no protests here today and the temperature was comfortably above freezing at 4°C when I walked up to the health centre after an early breakfast to give a thimbleful of blood for testing. This is to check my iron levels which were a bit low a few months ago.
In a way, I would be obscurely pleased if the levels were still a bit low as it would give me a medical excuse for being frequently tired as opposed to a well founded suspicion that this might be down to a general dilapidation of mind and body on account of having had too many birthdays in the past. Mind you, it might just be the onset of winter.
It was grey day and when I got home the light meter on my camera told me that it wasn’t just grey, it was really grey so while Mrs Tootlepedal put in some time on her bike to nowhere, I did the crossword and occasionally looked out of the window, hoping that the temperature might rise a degree or two and that things might brighten up.
In the gloom, I could pick out a dunnock scavenging for fallen seed..
…and a party of greenfinches, peacefully munching away on the feeer.
The peace didn’t last long….
…as chaffinches and sparrows barged in.
It is always fun to see the concentration needed for landing safely on a perch.
I don’t know whether the gloomy weather makes it harder for birds to judge the landing but this chaffinch looks as though he is working hard.
I was frustrated to find that although the temperature had gone up a degree or two before lunchtime, it had also started to rain in a morose but persistent way so I gave up thoughts of cycling or walking, had some soup and turned to music practice and preparation to fill my day.
Mrs Tootlepedal was busy on some errands but when she got back, she thought the day was good enough to plant out the last of her tulips. I went out to offer her some light supervision and was delighted to find that one of the perennial wallflowers still had a flower or two on show…
…though it was so dark that I had to use my flash to capture it.
Our ever patient heron was on guard at the pond and I liked the pattern that the perennial nasturtium’s leaves made on the yew behind it.
(I had an appalling panto thought: It’s a behind yew.)
Next to the greenhouse, the rosemary bush is in very perky form…
…and one or two enterprising shoots have pushed through the ventilator into the greenhouse itself where they are putting out a few flowers.
In the early evening, seven members of the Archive Group assembled in our front room for our AGM. You may think that AGM stands for Annual General Meeting but I have been taking lesson from you know who and can tell you that AGM stands for A Great Meeting …and not just a great meeting but a really great meeting, a really, really great meeting….probably the best meeting in the world.
At any rate, we were happy with it as we have once again done a lot of work and met with appreciation for our efforts.
After our evening meal, I pulled myself together and spent a gentle half hour on my bike to nowhere in the garage and that rounded off a quiet but useful day.
The flying bird of the day can be seen pushing through the miserable drizzle.