Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary. She visited Margate, home of the Turner Contemporary art gallery and was please to be able to capture a Turneresque shot of the seaside while she was there.
I had a day of general activity, none of it very vigorous. The morning started with the crossword and this was followed by the arrival of Dropscone (with treacle scones) for coffee and conversation (scones good, conversation interesting).
When Dropscone departed, I looked out of the window to see a blue tit on the fat balls…
…and a siskin on the peanuts.
I couldn’t stop for more bird watching as I had to go up to the newspaper office to photograph an article from 1888 which had caught the attention of a Scottish Dance enthusiast as he was searching through our on-line index to the newspaper. He thought that it might cast light on a Scottish country dance called Langholm Fair. The article mentioned the old customs at the Langholm Fair so I have sent him a digital image of it.
On my way home, I passed the sparkly bicycle that I saw on my way to choir practice on Wednesday and noticed that it has a cyclist as well as sparkle.
By the time that I had done the processing of the image for the country dance man, the day had turned nasty and staying inside looked like a good idea.
It hadn’t discouraged birds though and after lunch (Mrs Tootlepedal’s curried parsnip soup, delicious), I had time for a look out of the window.
Sometimes it was quite wet….
…and sometimes it was very wet…
…and sometimes it almost stopped.
I was pleased to see quite a number of siskins on the feeders. They are winter visitors and brighten up a gloomy day. This is a male.
Siskins are small but fierce and are not frightened of other finches at all.
There were moments when the air seemed to be full of birds.
We still have more goldfinches than anything else…
…and I liked the slightly resigned air of this one on the top of the feeder pole, patiently waiting for a spare perch.
There was plenty of entertainment for the casual watcher…
…but I took a last shot of this greenfinch winging it…
…and went to do some work on the hymns for Sunday.
This took some time and I was a bit surprised when I looked up and saw a hint of sunshine outside. I put on a coat and went to investigate.
There was indeed some sunshine but I had left things a bit late and the sun was sinking behind the hill. Only the top of Whita was still sunny.
It was already too dark to take riverside bird pictures so I just pottered round the New Town, admired the sky over Eskdaill Street…
…and went back inside.
After an early evening meal of beautifully cooked (by Mrs Tootlepedal) beef and veg, we set off to pick up my fellow bass, Mike, and drive to Newcastleton where Langholm Sings had a concert.
The church at Newcastleton makes a good venue for an informal concert and it was both warm and well filled with a polite and attentive audience tonight. Mrs Tootlepedal, who was in the audience, reported that the choir had sounded quite satisfactory so we drove home in a contented frame of mind.
Mrs Tootlepedal and I are both singing with our Carlisle Choir tomorrow and I will have to do some more practice for that before we go.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch. It was not the best picture of the day but our chaffinches have been neglected in the pictures above, and I thought that the slightly blurred effect captured the miserable weather quite well.