Today’s guest post comes from our son Tony who has been having wonderful weather lately on the shores of the Firth of Forth.
Our day started brightly….
…after another frosty morning but as the day went on, the clouds came over.
Dropscone dropped in for coffee, bringing treacle scones with him. He is very excited because it is the first day of the official golfing season at Langholm tomorrow and he is the club captain this year. It looks as though he is going to have a lovely sunny day as he sets the season going when he drives off the first tee.
Apart from the coffee and scones, I had a very quiet morning with the occasional stroll round the garden. The cloudy weather made it easier to photograph pale flowers and there were a number about.
Our first pulsatilla flower opened this morning. It is an amazingly furry flower.
The drumstick primulas are having a race to see which can produce a fully spherical flower head first.
This is my favourite of the white daffodils.
The feeder was doing brisk business. I had filled it after breakfast and it was half empty by lunchtime when a female redpoll arrived for a snack…
…and I had to fill it again in the late afternoon.
I was very excited to receive a much anticipated parcel at lunchtime, but a great deal less excited when I found that I had been sent the wrong thing. It was my fault entirely. I needed ‘type 2 to type 2’ and had ordered ‘type 2 to type 1’, a small but crucial error.
It was little consolation when I rang up to ask about exchanging it, to be told that lots of people had made the same mistake. If that was true and not just said in a kindly spirit to cheer me up, then the seller’s website should be altered to make it less easy to make the mistake.
I took the parcel up to our post office and made it through the door just in time to catch the post before the office closed. We have an outreach post office from a branch near Carlisle now because our post office closed a few months ago. It only has limited hours and won’t open again until Wednesday, so I was pleased not to have missed out.
When I got home, I pulled myself together and went off to do twenty miles on my bike. My last ride of 20 miles, two days ago, left me with a very sore foot so I pedalled gently up and down the road a couple of times today, avoiding any steep hills and not cycling into the wind for any length of time and I only went 200 yards further than the last ride.
This seems to have been successful as my foot is not complaining as I write this.
I was limited for views but saw some life in passing.
A traditional spring family scene…
…our resident gull looking downstream…
…a goosander looking for fish…
…and an oyster catcher not looking at anything.
When I got back, the feeder was empty so I filled it and on the principle of, “If you fill it, they will come,” the goldfinches came.
They were anxious about infiltrating chaffinches….
…but were soon able to check that they had complete control.
I had a final wander round the garden and saw more pale flowers….
…the very first of the trout lilies had appeared…
…and the pulsatilla, which had opened out from this morning, stuck its tongue out at me as I passed.
Mrs Tootlepedal had spent the afternoon working on the rocking horse, She bought a little hammer this morning and I can report that she hammered in the morning and she hammered in the afternoon but fortunately she laid down her hammer and cooked a delicious meal of roast chicken in the evening.
We are promised another frosty morning tomorrow so although the weather has been very dry and generally sunny, it has been a bit nervous making for the gardener.
The flying chaffinch of the day, although enjoying the early sunshine, looked a bit nervous too, I thought.