From beggar to prince

Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony who was in a good position to admire the big festival wheel in Edinburgh.

big wheel Edinburgh

My feet and joints generally sent me a message this morning to say that they had had enough of cycling and walking for the moment.  As it was a miserable grey day, I was only too happy to take the message on board and have a really dull morning indoors doing faintly useful things.

I did poke my nose out once or twice but the sight of the creeper putting on its autumn colours was not essentially cheering…

creeper turning

…though an orange crocosmia…

orange crocosmia

…a rudbeckia trying its best in poor conditions…

faded rudbeckia

…and another sunflower..

new sunflower

…did their best to counteract the gloomy weather.

After lunch, we went off to Lockerbie as usual on a Thursday to catch the train to Edinburgh to visit Matilda and her parents.  As usual the train was late, but as it was not very late and there were plenty of free seats, we were grateful for what we got.

We had a good time with Matilda and when we played Beggar My Neighbour, for the first time in recorded history, I wasn’t beggared first.  I was very proud, although Clare did kindly point out that there is no skill involved in the game.

After the usual excellent meal cooked by Alistair, we caught the train home and unusually this was late too, but once again not very late so all was well.

The sitting blackbird of the day is reminding us that the fence needs painting.  I don’t think that it is going to happen though.

balackbird on fence hoop

I’ll try to be more interesting tomorrow.

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

17 thoughts on “From beggar to prince

  1. Just one of those days eh? I’m sure you know only too well they sometimes cross all our paths. Cheers

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