Today’s guest picture comes from my Somerset correspondent, Venetia, She has gone to Morocco for a wild life holiday and is staying in this Ecolodge hotel, the Atlas Kasbah at Agadir.
It was a grey day here with rain on and off in the morning. Mrs Tootlepedal had to drive to Carlisle to acquire clipboards, and as I thought that this might be a bit too exciting for me, I stayed at home and practised getting up very, very slowly.
Practice made perfect and I had just got fully up by the time that Mrs Tootlepedal returned.
I roused myself sufficiently to check the pond….
…look round the garden…
…and cycle off to the shop to get some milk.
When I got back, I found that a second frog had appeared.
Mrs Tootlepedal has called for some more peaceful bird pictures. She has found the constant flurry of birds round the feeder can get a little exhausting for the viewer.
As a result, I kept an eye out for birds having a quiet moment like this dunnock…
…and I will try to intersperse today’s post with sitting bird images.
Mrs Tootlepedal’s project involves communication with the public at the moment, so there are envelopes to print, letters to be folded and brochures to be stuffed, all time consuming tasks. I lent a hand at the envelope printing as our printer can only cope with ten envelopes at a time and Mrs Tootlepedal had already done several hundred.
A siskin in one of the rain showers.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to do letter folding and I settled into to putting a couple of weeks of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database, I would have been happier about the progress that I was making at this task if I hadn’t discovered two more weeks waiting to be put in that I had somehow overlooked.
A chaffinch at rest.
By the time that I had finished the archiving, the rain seemed to have stopped. Although the forecast said it might rain some more, the percentage chance seemed low enough to risk a pedal.
The roads were swimming with water in places….
…as we have had another two inches of rain lately, but it was the wind that was the toughest thing to face. Gusting up to 35 mph at times, there were moments when I thought that I might have just to give up and go home so slow did my progress become.
A redpoll. (The camera finds it very hard to get a redpoll fully focussed for some reason.)
After three miles of battling into the wind, I turned off up the Cleuchfoot road just to get a crosswind instead of a straight buffeting. As I came back down to Wauchope Schoolhouse, I could that Bloch Farm on the opposite side of the valley was enjoying some sunshine.
A chaffinch thinking of lunch.
This seemed hopeful and sure enough, I was soon pedalling along in sunshine too. It didn’t make the wind any less pushy though, and it took me an hour to do the eight miles that took me to the far end of Callister.
Turning for home was nice!
I whizzed back down the hill, stopping to enjoy the view down Wauchopedale.
Goldfinches tend to look as though they might have indigestion.
Despite the sunshine, a large puddle in a field showed how much rain there had been.
A chaffinch, lightly ruffled by the breeze.
But by the time that I had got back to the shelter of the town, the day looked as though butter wouldn’t melt in its mouth.
Ooops, a flying goldfinch sneaked in unbeknownst to me.
And there’s another! Dreadful.
Ah that’s better, a peaceful oyster catcher standing at the water’s edge in the evening shadows as I finished my ride.
I looked round the garden when I got home but no more frogs had arrived. I settled for some hellebore flowers.
Mrs Tootlepedal came back with some letters that still needed folding so while I got the evening meal ready, I lent a hand with that task too. The community land group are doing a vast amount of work.
The temperature crept up to 50° today but the rain and the strong wind didn’t make it feel very springlike. We are being offered warnings of snow and ice for tomorrow!
In spite of Mrs Tootlepedal’s plea for quiet birds, the flying bird of the day is a flying siskin.