Today was our sunniest April day ever: 11.86kWh.
Admin2 is reading Silent as the Grave by Paul Gitsham, which is like a stultifyingly boring episode of Line of Duty.
Here is the new weather station, accompanied by a crescent moon (tiny white shape near the centre of the picture) and a pigeon flying above.
Admin2 is reading Almost Blue by Carlo Lucarelli.
The sunniest day so early in the year: 9.68kWh. Sadly it was also horribly cold and windy.
Admin2 is rereading Restless by William Boyd.
Admin2 has been reading Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro, the tale of a sickly teenager and her devoted robot friend, which was so engaging that Admin2 dreamed the whole thing after reading the first chapter, but so predictable that she got the ending right.
We scored 9 on the GWQ.
Admin1 is rereading Titan by Stephen Baxter and Admin2 is reading The Chalk Circle Man by Fred Vargas.
Prunella modularis channelling Keir Starmer with its hard stare and puffy quiff. Apparently the females of this species prefer to keep two males on the go.
Admin1 is reading The Accordionist by Fred Vargas.
Stomping around in the rain in the far distance, looking thoroughly pissed off, despite its lovely fluffy trousers.
Admin1 is reading Broken Homes by Ben Aaronovitch. Admin2 is reading Orkney Twilight by Clare Carson.
Admin1 is reading Road Closed by Leigh Russell. Admin2 is reading The Strangler’s Honeymoon by Hakan Nesser.
Admin2 is reading Hour of the Wolf by Hakan Nesser.
We scored 11 on the GWQ.
Admin2 is reading The Inheritors by William Golding: Neanderthals meet Cro-Magnons and it all goes down the pan.
The people who normally draw on the road have been drawing on the snow instead.
And here’s a gratuitous pigeon and clouds on the weathercam.
Admin1 is reading The Witch Hunter by Matt Seek which was rubbish. Admin2 is reading Cross and Burn by Val McDermid which is also rubbish.
We scored 13 out of 30 on the mega super bumper GWQ which was extremely rubbish, our worst score this year, giving us an average of 10.57557692 which is nevertheless our best ever (see last year and step backward though the years).
Coffee of the day: Guji Natural Ethiopia which is absolutely delicious. Thx Gez!
Red sun, red kite … with a faint sun pillar.
Admin1 is reading The Inspector and Silence by Hakan Nesser.
This morning Admin1 was disturbed by a cacophony of rawk-rawk sounds from a squadron of magpies in the garden. And looking out of the window he saw why…
…a sparrowhawk, feasting on one of their brethren (presumably). There wasn’t much left to identify the victim apart from feathers.
Admin1 is reading Perfect Death by Helen Fields, which was soapily melodramatic and only borderline readable. Admin2 is reading The Ottoman Secret by Raymond Khoury.
A lively baby tit was hopping around helping itself to food and never staying still for a minute so we never got a good chance to photograph it. But here is a back view.
Admin1 is rereading Quite Ugly One Morning by Christopher Brookmyre. Admin2 is reading Summer by Ali Smith.
We scored 10 on the GWQ.
A red kite in a grey sky.
Admin1 is rereading Slade House and Admin2 is rereading The Bone Clocks, both by David Mitchell.
Weather has reverted to cold and cloudy.
We are watching Giri/Haji and Admin2 is rereading Slade House by David Mitchell.
Caught on our weathercam!
Admin2 is reading The Vinyl Detective: Low Action. We are drinking Mystery Coffee 12, watching Dark and scored oooo wow 13 on the GWQ.
Scruffy teenage robin.
Admin2 is reading Grave’s End by William Shaw.
We are watching Bordertown and scored 10 on the GWQ.
One swallow does not make a summer, but these two, among many others, appeared on the hottest day this year: 35.5°C, making July only the second coldest cloudiest July on our records.
Admin1 is rereading Dead Souls by Ian Rankin, and having watched Stranger Things series 1 to 3, and the (rather poor) 2017 film of It, has now ODed on cute kids. As relief he’s now watching Deadwind (aka Karppi), a Finnish crime series that ticks all the Scandi Noir boxes: blond female detective with tragic backstory; useless/suspicious dark-haired male sidekick; stylish domestic interiors; local politics clashing with local businesses and social services; torchlit searches of industrial areas; and, of course, they never call in backup.
Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of our blog.
Hottest day of the year so far: 31.1 °C and some newly fledged baby birds were leaving home for the first time. Most just shot off like rockets but this little long-tailed tit just hopped from twig to twig in an agony of indecision and anxiety; the adorable patsy in cartoons and wildlife films everywhere. Hope it doesn’t end up as cat meat.
Admin1 is rereading Saints of the Shadow Bible by Ian Rankin.
A dunnock preening itself on our rubbish pile on another abnormally sunny day, well over 11kWh. Maybe the lack of contrails makes a difference.
Admin1 has been watching Doctor Who for weeks. Admin2 is reading Nothing to Hide by James Oswald, a pretty rubbishy book featuring a ‘posh cop’ on the trail of a ‘muti’ killer.
A red red robin singing in the holly tree; what could be more Christmassy? We even had a minuscule sprinkling of snow (graupel, really) and many people have a long, long holiday but not the poor old emergency services, maintenance crews and shopworkers (and us).
Admin1 is reading Pushing Ice by Alastair Reynolds.
We had a family gathering around our screens and scored 9 on the GWQ.
A bird of military bearing perching indignantly above our empty bird feeder. Sorry mate; you’ll have to make do with mouldy old dough.
We videoconferenced the GWQ and had a lot of virtual fun but scored only 8.
Admin1 is rereading Century Rain by Alastair Reynolds.