Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary. She visited St Paul’s Cathedral and found herself among the choir stalls.
We had to get up a bit earlier than usual today, as we were expecting a delivery at any time between 7.30 and 9.30 in the morning, with a warning phone call 30 minutes before arrival. I naturally expected the deliverers to come at 9.30 once we had got up for the earliest possible delivery, but it turned out that we were their first port of call for the day, and they arrived shortly after eight.
They brought us a new smart TV, with a table to put it on. While they set up the TV, Mrs Tootlepedal and I assembled the table, using well known flat pack techniques. On this occasion, we used all the bits and bobs correctly, and had no spares lying around when we had finished. The new set is sitting on the table and working well. We were able to watch Winterwatch tonight, and we enjoyed the bigger clearer picture. The set has many capabilities but if we are able to use even 10 per cent of them, that will be quite enough to keep us happy.
Once we drew breath and looked around, we could see that it was an even greyer day than usual, and at 4°C, a bit colder than the last few days too. It was far too grey to take satisfactory bird pictures. Before coffee with Margaret, I had a look and got a wave from a chaffinch . . .
. . . but I didn’t waste a lot of time trying.
We had an early lunch, and then I went for a cycle ride. I wouldn’t have gone for choice but we are supposed to get some very brisk winds over the next few days, so this looked like an opportunity that I should take. It was cold cycling into the wind, and there were no views to be had at all.
It wasn’t a day for looking around with interest, so I didn’t look around at all until I was roused from my apathy by loud noises in the sky. I did look around then, and I could see geese rising from the ground in their hundreds, if not thiusands. . .
. . . and beginning to form their characteristic echelon as they headed off.
Even though they were a good way off, the noise was terrific.
I was very pleased to get the wind more or less behind me when I got to the bottom of the Canonbie by-pass and turned for home. It had been a bit of a penance cycling into the wind, and my hands and face were feeling the cold.
I warmed up a bit while cycling uphill with the wind behind me, and I even stopped for another misty view.
I can’t offer a fine metal viaduct like my brother’s guest picture yesterday, but I could just make out our fine stone viaduct across the Liddel Water.
It has its own peculiar distinction as it spans the border between Scotland and England.
When I had gone through Canonbie, I took a picture of Hollows Tower . . .
. . . and then headed back to Langholm and warmth without stopping again.
Mrs Tootlepedal is making new curtains. The lining for the curtains had also come today, so she had sensibly spent the afternoon indoors, laying material out and weighing up the task. I had considered entitling today’s post as “It’s curtains for Mrs Tootlepedal”, but I thought that that might unnecessarily alarm patient readers.
I got changed, put on my gardening boots and dug another couple of rows of the potential potato bed. The end is nearly in sight now.
Tea and ginger cake was the reward for us both as we sat down after a busy afternoon.
With the political situation as grey as the weather, it would be nice to see a bit of sunshine to cheer us up, but we will have to wait until Thursday for that, and as it will be very windy, even that might be cold comfort.
At least I saw more than one flying bird of the day today.