Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary who came across this boat, The Ship of Tolerance, an artwork on the Thames by Ilya and Emilia Kabakov. The sails are made by children from 40 London primary schools. You can out more about it here.
Today we said goodbye to summer after a great week of sunny weather. The contrast with yesterday’s cloudless skies could hardly have been more stark. The only sun available was just outside the front door in floral form and that was as far as I cared to go as the rain was pouring down.
Then I got out my umbrella and walked to church in the rain where a choir which reached double figures and some good singing hymns injected cheer into a gloomy day. (One of the readings was from the prophet Jeremiah who was even gloomier than the weather.)
When I got home, Mrs Tootlepedal and I were able to walk round the garden in a sloshy sort of way as the rain eased off for a while. The non scientific rain gauge showed how much rain had arrived overnight.
The Charles Ross apples are well protected by their foliage and should provide source material for future tartes, chutneys and pies.
We have been well supplied with turnips lately too.
Squelching across the lawns and paddling among the puddles soon lost its charm though and we went back in.
After lunch, we drove to Carlisle where Mrs Tootlepedal caught the train to London to visit our daughter and our new grandchild, and I went to sing with the Carlisle Community Choir.
The train was on time and even reached London a little early, so Mrs Tootlepedal was happy. At the choir, we had a very good substitute conductor who got through a power of work, so I was happy too….or at least as happy as I could be in the absence of Mrs Tootlepedal who will be gone for a week.
With rain forecast for most days, and with Mrs Tootlepedal away and both Sandy and Dropscone on holiday, it looks as though it is going to be a quiet week ahead. Still, the temperature is holding up well, so if there are any chances for a quick pedal or a walk, I should be able to take them.
No birds at all again today but an argyranthemum sportingly agreed to pose as the flying bird of the day for me.