Today’s guest picture comes from East Wemyss where our son Tony tells us that his dogs found the sea a bit too rough for their liking.
It was another windy here again, and once again it was very grey too. The threatened frost didn’t arrive but it wasn’t far above zero at breakfast time.
I cycled round to the shop and checked on the oyster catchers on my way back.
Then I walked up to see Sandy. Trapped in his house for six weeks after his operation, he doesn’t see what all the fuss about a tiny bit of self isolation for the virus is about. His main worry is that the hospital may be too busy to take his plaster off when his six weeks is up. That would be hard to bear.
I was very sympathetic and even more so when he plied me with chocolate ginger biscuits to go with good coffee.
When I left him, the rain was holding off so I went home via the track to the Becks Burn. If you chose your view carefully, the day didn’t look too bad….
…and there were signs of spring to be seen…
…along the way…
…but in general, it was still a pretty miserable day with grey views to match the grey weather.
Still, a nice show of lichen on a gate cheered me up…
…and when I got to the road, instead of going straight home, I went along Gaskell’s Walk, enjoying the long stemmed moss which carpets the banks in places.
When I got to the Stubholm, I rather felt that the moles had been working so hard that they had made mountains out of their molehills.
Encouraged by the continuing absence of any persistent rain (there had been one or two opportunist little showers), I extended my stroll to take in Easton’s Walk and was rewarded by a fleeting glimpse of a dipper in a little stream at the far end if the Beechy Plains….
…and seeing no less than two grey squirrels as I walked back along the river. If you look with the eye of faith, you may just see one of them scampering up a tree in the picture below.
They are trying to keep grey squirrels out of the area to protect the resident red squirrels but I fear that they are fighting a losing battle.
It started to rain seriously as I walked through the park and the sight of blossom dangling from a tree seemed very incongruous as by this time it didn’t feel like a spring day at all.
When I got home, it was lunch time and Mrs Tootlepedal called on all her haute cuisine skills and prepared a dish of baked beans on toast for our delectation. It went down well.
After lunch, the weather remained very depressing and I gave up thoughts of the great outdoors and settled down to watch Cheltenham races on the telly. Views on whether the meeting should have taken place at all are divided but the racing was excellent and the sun even shone.
Although the light was too poor for good pictures, I watched the birds when the rain eased off.
A goldfinch and a greenfinch had joined the siskins on the lower level of the feeder. This was because….
…there was no seed available at the top level, thanks to dereliction of duty on the part of the feeder filler.
A dereliction of which the greenfinch took a dim view. He didn’t care to be mixing with impertinent siskins.
In a quiet moment, a chaffinch sneaked in.
I had to look twice to see what sort of bird this was, perched on the feeder. It turned out to be greenfinch, probably a juvenile.
I made a sausage stew for our evening meal and when we had eaten it, I joined Mrs Tootlepedal who was organising an envelope stuffing event at the Day Centre for the community buy out group. This is for a mass posting to give everyone in the town a chance to see the prospectus for the proposal and add their support to the group if they wish.
Seven stuffers were in action but as there were 1400 envelopes to stuff with five separate pieces of paper and a brochure for each one, it was not the work of a moment. We got finished though and the envelopes are sitting in our front room as I write this, ready for distribution over the weekend.
If any local reader would like to help with the big task of distribution of the brochures in their street or area, Mrs Tootlepedal would be very happy to hear from them tomorrow.
Flying birds were hard to spot in the gloom so this goldfinch was the best that I could do.
Footnote: I just manged 10,000 steps for the day. If I can’t get a cycle ride in, I am at least trying to get a good walk if I can.