Today’s guest picture is another from Ada’s trip to Tenerife. She saw lots of this attractive tree heather while she was there.
It was another day when we couldn’t see much here as once again it was very grey and drizzly. It has been reasonably warm though and there are flowers just waiting for a sunny day to spring into action.
As I was walking round the garden in search of flowers, I heard a familiar purring sound and when I looked towards the pond, I saw that the frog clock was working well and they had returned on schedule.
They are amazingly punctual. I checked on past years and found that they seem to arrive within a two or three day window each year. Day length rather than warmth or rain must be the determining factor.
They had got to work pretty smartly.
It wasn’t very attractive standing around getting rained on so I went back in and watched the birds. My timing was off and I caught this chaffinch half a second too late.
It was a lot drier looking at the hellebore through the kitchen window.
This shot summed the morning up.
It got a little drier and I nipped out to have another look for frogs. There were half a dozen visible in the pond but this was the only one who hung around for a portrait shot.
After lunch, we set off to catch the train to Edinburgh and as we travelled, the weather improved until by the time that we got to Edinburgh, the sun was out, the wind had dropped and it was a very pleasant day. The neat and regular houses in the New Town were looking handsome…
…and the view across the Forth from the top deck of the bus as we went down the hill from Queen Street was worth the journey on its own.
When we were walking from the station to catch the bus, we passed a splendid show of crocuses in Princes Street Gardens…
…although a tourist was clashing with the muted colours of the flowers.
We arrived at Matilda’s house just as she got back from nursery and for the next three hours we had fun. First Mrs Tootlepedal and Matilda did their now famous dishwashering dancing as they filled the dishwasher and set it off and then Matilda and I played throwing and catching, setting Grandpa’s feet on fire (“It’s only pretend Grandpa, it won’t hurt.”) and then Matilda enjoyed being trapped and released by both Granny and Grandpa in turn. Matilda is growing up fast and gave me a sound thrashing at a bout of arm wrestling. This was all very energetic so it was lucky that once again Al and Clare provided us with a splendid meal to restore our strength before we caught the bus back to the station.
Very unusually, our trains, both up and down, were bang on time. Long may this continue.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch seen from an upstairs window for a change.