Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary, who took a trip to the country at the weekend and came upon this delightful scene.
We had a thoroughly soggy day here today with rain almost uninterrupted from dawn until dusk.
Under the circumstances, a visit from Dropscone for coffee was more than usually welcome. He has been to the physiotherapist whom I have recently visited in an attempt to get one of his legs working less painfully. He has exercises to do and I will be interested to see how he goes.
In view of the rain, I spent an idle day indoors, sometimes looking out of the window to check on the birds..
…who came in a steady stream.
It was mostly a day for chaffinches…
…with the occasional siskin and the even more occasional goldfinch, one of whom was most indignant to see a chaffinch encroaching on his personal perch space.
I did go out in the late afternoon to check on the height of the rivers after several hours of rain but it was not remarkable enough to warrant an illustration. I will look again tomorrow.
Otherwise I had a desultory sort of day, reading the papers, putting new songs to learn into the computer, practising my flute and singing, and mooching around with the air of a man who would be doing something useful if only he could think what it was.
In the end, I remembered what it was, and put a week of the newspaper index into the Langholm Archive Group database.
While I had been idle, Mrs Tootlepedal had been hard at work. She helped out with a very busy lunch service at the Buccleuch Centre coffee shop for two hours and spent a lot of time at home working on a patchwork horse rug for you know who.
We are still waiting for the saddle and bridle to arrive from the rocking horse shop.
Unsurprisingly, a chaffinch is the flying bird of the day.