Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary who saw this pink elephant but swears that she hadn’t touched a drop of drink all day. I believe her.
It is going to be a rushed post today as I went to Carlisle to sing with our Carlisle choir at the local music festival in two classes and as there were eight choirs in the first class and seven in the second, it turned into a long evening and I haven’t even had my tea yet.
I had two visitors in the morning, a frog in the pond among potential frogs…
…and Sandy who dropped in for coffee and to give me advice on getting my printer to print satisfactory pictures for the forthcoming exhibition.
His advice was sound and I spent most of the rest of the morning printing out pictures, a very slow business.
I did have time to walk round the garden. The daffodils are looking better all the time…
…and some of the fancy ones are coming out too.
There was a brisk traffic at the bird feeder.
After lunch I went for a walk on my slow bike by which I mean that I bicycled slowly along a route which I would normally have walked as I am trying to rest my sore foot.
Signs of spring are all around, with the ducks pairing up…
…and daffodils nodding their heads at the vigorous ripples on the Ewes Water.
It was sunny but windy and there was occasional rain so I thought that this little scene on the Castleholm summed the day up well.
There were more signs of spring as I crossed the Jubilee Bridge and headed home.
I liked the way that the shadows of the playing field fence lay so neatly on the path.
When I got home, I had time to cut a couple of mounts for my exhibition pictures before I left for Carlisle and the choir competition.
I had given myself plenty of time and I had a few minutes to walk round the city centre before going to the warm up.
I noted the old town hall, now a tourist information point…
…the old guildhall, now a restaurant….
…and the very old cathedral which is still a cathedral.
We sang well at the music festival but the competition sang even better so we we had to relinquish our grip on the trophy that we won last year. My heart sank a bit at the prospect of sitting through 13 other choir performances but in the event, it was an entertaining evening with lots of variety in the choirs (everything from a male voice choir to several school ensembles) and lots of variety in the musical offerings (everything from Bruckner to ‘Blame it on the Boogie’).
The winning choir, an all ladies ensemble, was sensational and well worth being beaten by.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch with its eye on a free perch.