Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary. It shows my sister Susan chatting to an old friend in Granary Square in London. (Susan notes that the flowers are plastic.)
After an inch and a half of rain overnight, we woke to a grey and drizzly morning here.
Chaffinches didn’t seem to mind the rain too much . . .
. . . and quite a few visited the feeder after breakfast.
Mrs Tootlepedal boldly cycled to church in a light drizzle, but I walked under a large umbrella. I was pleased with this plan, as it was still raining when we came out of the service.
Our organist Henry got married yesterday, and for some reason didn’t turn up to play today. No substitute could be found, so the few choir members who turned up joined the congregation in the body of the kirk, and we all sang to pre-recorded music.
After a restorative cup of coffee (and the last of the date rolls), I went out for a three bridges walk. The drizzle had stopped, but I took a small umbrella with me just in case.
It wasn’t a day for views as the cloud over Whita came down as far as the town . . .
. . . Castle Hill could not be seen behind the Town Bridge . . .
. . . and there was no sign of Warbla in the opposite direction.
Mr Grumpy could be seen though . . .
. . . and there were a lot of sitting ducks to shoot at the Kilngreen.
As I like misty trees, I was not entirely bereft of photographic subjects . . .
. . . and the Lodge Walks were looking very nice, even on a gloomy day like today.
I spotted a few more misty trees . . .
. . . and I kept an eye out for fungi as I went along . . .
. . .and found decorative leaves to enjoy, both on trees . . .
. . . and bushes.
It started to rain as I walked, and I was grateful for my little umbrella. I peered out from underneath it at trees on the far side of the field.
Did I mention that I like trees in low cloud? There were plenty to choose from on this walk.
At 15°C, it was very warm for this time of year, but I still didn’t go very far as the rain was quite persistent. I soon found myself going across the Duchess Bridge.
The path back towards the Scholars’ Field on the far side of the bridge had been blocked recently by a fallen tree, but someone with a chainsaw had kindly sorted that problem out . . .
. . . and I was able to get home with no scrambling involved.
I had a look round some very soggy flower beds before going in for a late lunch.
The best flowers were to be found in a vase on the kitchen table when I went inside.
Outside, a pigeon arrived to pick up fallen seed.
In the afternoon, I drove down to Carlisle to sing with the Carlisle Community Choir. The tenor section was extremely thin, and as we have to sit quite far apart at the moment thanks to Covid, there wasn’t much in the way of support from other singers, and the best that our conductor could come up with after one tricky section was, “Well tried, tenors.” Nevertheless, I enjoyed the singing a lot more than the Zoom practices which we had during the full lockdowns.
As we have no interval for social chatting these days, our practices are a bit shorter than they used to be, and this gives me a bonus. Not only can I listen to an early music show on my drive in, but I can now listen to some of a jazz record request programme on my way home. These are my two favourite kinds of music so I am very happy about this.
After our evening meal, I was content to collapse on the sofa and do a little television watching to wind the day down.
There were flying birds about today, but not generally at the moment when I was looking out of the window with my camera in hand, so this mishmash was the best that I could do.