Today’s guest picture comes from our friend Bruce. He was looking through his archives and came across this picture of a hotel in Blackpool where he had stayed last year. He wondered whether they had felt the need to change their name this year. (I checked and they have kept the same name.)
The autumn equinox has crept up on me this year when I wasn’t paying attention. The weather has been so generally gloomy for some time, with the exception of this last week, that it has felt a bit like autumn long before the real autumn arrived.
Still, it arrived in style today with a grey, windy and blustery day which no one could have mistaken for summer.
I took the opportunity to give my back a rest from gardening, walking and cycling but as I spent a lot of time hunched over my computer, it probably didn’t do me much good.
I put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database, using the excellent new program which our son Alistair wrote for us. It is much more forgiving for dim eyes than the older version so I was grateful for that.
I also transcribed a Canzone written in 1612 by Giovanni Battista Riccio onto the computer so that I have got something to play along with during the absence of communal music making.
So it wasn’t an entirely wasted day.
In one of the moments when it wasn’t raining, I went out into the garden and tried to take a few bright flower pictures to cheer up an otherwise dull post.
The Special Grandma rose has nearly made it out but I have my doubts about the chances of any of the other buds making it.
Perhaps the most depressing thing about the day was the Scottish Government’s announcement that visits to houses are banned. This means that as things stand, our daughter Annie will not be able to bring our granddaughter Evie back to visit us in October as she was planning.
Even a delicious evening meal of mushroom risotto cooked by Mrs Tootlepedal could not restore my equanimity.
The birds took a dim view of the day too and these two chaffinches were just about the only visitors that I saw all day.
The seed in the feeder hardly went down at all. I had to look up into the early evening sky to find any flying birds. Some rowdy rooks were passing overhead.
I am going to end on a more cheerful note by putting in a dahlia beside the feeder that I shot while waiting for some birds to arrive.