Today’s guest picture comes from our son Alistair. He found an Edinburgh cousin of Mr Grumpy in his local park.
The chief business of the day was a trip to Carlisle to collect Annie, our daughter, and Evie, our granddaughter, off the train from London.
They are staying for a week, and this will mean a week of truncated blog posts as you can’t spend a lot of time taking, processing and posting pictures when there are more important things to do.
It was a lovely day and in the morning, I took a picture of an oystercatcher on my way to the corner shop . . .
. . . and a crocus in the garden.
There were very few birds at the feeder, all chaffinches, and mostly hiding.
After an early lunch, we drove to Carlisle and parked at the station. As Annie’s train was about ten minutes late, we found ourselves likely to overstay the free parking time limit of twenty minutes in the car park. I pointed this out to a man in the ticket office, and when we had picked up our visitors, he very kindly produced another ticket which allowed us to get out of jail free. Good service like this made a bright day even brighter.
When we had packed Mrs Tootlepedal, Annie, Evie, a pushchair and a lot of luggage into our little car, it became obvious that there wouldn’t be room for me too. Luckily, instead of having to walk the 20 miles home, I had a choir practice in Carlisle to go to, so I went to that, while the rest of the party drove home.
After a coffee and biscuits in the station cafe, it was no hardship to walk the one and a half miles through the town to our choir venue on such a fine day.
The practice went very well, and the modest tenor section was boosted by a newcomer who can both read music and sing. He didn’t much enjoy singing in a mask though, so I am keeping my fingers crossed that he will nevertheless return next week.
By great good fortune, one of the only three buses that runs from Carlisle to Langholm on a Sunday left at exactly the right time for a man to walk along to the main road and catch it after the practice finished. I walked along the road, caught it, and got home in good time for a delicious roast chicken evening meal prepared by Mrs Tootlepedal.
I am looking forward to a week of fun with Evie, our two and a half year old granddaughter. I just hope that I can last the pace.
A chaffinch is the flying bird of the day.
Footnote: as I am uncomfortable and not very good at taking pictures of people, readers should not expect to have our visitors figuring largely in posts this week.