Today’s guest picture shows a path to the inevitable sunset in East Wemyss. Both the path and the picture were taken by our son Tony a day or two ago.
Today’s post starts with an apology. If any one has come here in the hope of seeing delightful border landscapes, spring flowers or cheerful pictures of wildlife, then they have come to the wrong place on this occasion. All we saw today was rain again.
It was so persistently wet that I gave up hope of a walk or a bicycle ride in the morning and went for a ride to nowhere in the garage for an hour after breakfast.
My old road bike, which has a cracked frame, sits its back wheel on a magnetically controlled roller which provides more than enough resistance to get me quite tired after an hour.
The white bag on the right contains the last few home grown potatoes from last year.
Fortunately I don’t have any of those nifty digital devices which would let me simulate a climb up Mont Ventoux, or have a trainer shouting at me to try harder, so I spend a happy hour with my noise cancelling headphones on, oblivious to the outside world and enjoying a selection of jazz record requests on the radio.
I looked at the birds when I finished . . .
. . . and found a few hardy chaffinches at the feeder.
It was not windy in the town today so I did think of getting my umbrella out and going for three bridges walk after lunch, but it was so depressing . . .
. . . that I only got as far as the rivers . . .
. . . before turning back.
I saw an oystercatcher but it flew off and left me with a crow . . .
. . . and some washed up trees as subjects for today’s photographs.
The day was saved though when I went to Carlisle to sing with the Carlisle Community Choir. Our conductor was in sparkling form and we had an enjoyable and productive time with plenty of good singing and lots of laughter to raise our spirits. There is nothing like a bit of music to make you feel good.
It had almost stopped raining as I drove home. This would have been encouraging if I hadn’t looked at the forecast for the next few days when I got back. It did not offer a great deal of cheer . . .
. . . especially as the only dry day on Thursday will come with 25 mph winds (and 40 mph gusts). On the plus side, it will not be cold and the rain seems to be fairly light judging by the precipitation totals in the table.
It looks as though the bike to nowhere might get a bit more use.
A very poor flying bird of the day matches the very poor weather.