Today’s guest picture is of a guest, not by a guest.  It was actually taken by me and shows Anne, who took yesterday’s guest picture of the hummingbird hawkmoth, chatting to Mrs Tootlepedal over the garden hedge about the excitement of the sighting.


After the energetic activity of the last two days, I rose late today and was ready to greet Dropscone for coffee when he arrived, looking a bit pickled by the already warm temperatures,  having completed the morning run by himself.

He brought scones with him and we ate these while we sipped our coffee. He had had a busy day yesterday but had managed to slip a golf lesson into his schedule and is expecting to play wonderfully well in the Wednesday Medal tomorrow.   One of the good things about having had to retire from golfing is that I don’t have my hopes dashed on a regular basis any more like I almost always used to have them founder on the rocks of reality and a dodgy swing.

When  he left, I took our car to the garage in the hope that they could fix an annoying rattle, walked home and soon afterwards walked back up to the garage to collect the car with the annoying rattle fixed.  I wish all life worked so well.

I started off a sour dough loaf and this seemed to fill up most of the morning but I found a moment somewhere to wander round the garden.  New flowers have arrived.

sunflower and purple phlox

The first sign of a sunflower and some purple phlox

Old flowers are hanging on.

lupin and delphinium

A very late lupin and an unbowed delphinium

And some are growing and dying at the same time.


Ligularia, standing up very tall.

After a pause,  blackbirds have reappeared in the garden.



Mrs Tootlepedal had been very busy in the garden in the morning as the spell of unusually hot and dry weather has meant that plants need watering but after lunch, we retired to the cool of the house and watched the heroes of the Tour de France suffering up the hills of the Pyranees.

We ventured out when they had finished and it was even hotter than it had been earlier on.  Mrs Tootlepedal returned to gardening and  I took Pocketcam in hand and went for a very gentle stroll round Gaskell’s Walk.  I wanted to see if the Rosebay Willowherb or Fireweed was making a good show.

Climbing the steps out of the park….

park steps

…I soon found the plants that I was looking for.  They were very pretty both severally….


…and individually.


I was pleased though when the path took me into the shade.  The path goes round a little gully at this point and I liked the sensation of being among the branches of the trees growing below the path.

Gaskells Walk

There were delicious wild raspberries to be picked and eaten as I went along…


…far sweeter than anything that you can grow yourself.

My route home took me over the Auld Stane Brig….

Auld Stane Brig

…past harebells and convolvulus in the hedges….



…trees laden with fruit….

trees and nuts

… and reflective water….

Pool Corner

Pool Corner

…until I came to Eskdaill Street.

Eskdaill Street

The bunting is out ready for the Common Riding on Friday

For once, I turned my nose up at the advice to bend my feet to the sunny side of the street and gratefully walked along in the shade.  We are not used to temperatures of 25° in Langholm.

In the hope that it might be a little cooler, Mrs Tootlepedal had waited until six o’clock to go for a cycle ride to Wauchope Schoolhouse and back but it was still very warm indeed and she too stopped and refreshed herself with the tasty wild raspberries.

In the evening, Susan arrived to take me to Carlisle for our recorder group.  We are working on pieces for a concert in September and we continued to be amazed by how much you have to practise for a relatively brief guest appearance.   Still, we have got a set of pieces organised and six weeks to practise them so we should be just about all right.  Mrs Tootlepedal finished off the baking of the sourdough loaf when I was out.

I did catch a perching blue tit during the day….

blue tit

…but I couldn’t time my visits to the kitchen window to coincide with a flying bird so two squalling siskins will have to do instead.




A bit of a ruin

Today’s guest picture, sent to Mrs Tootlepedal by an ex work colleague Anne, shows a hummingbird hawkmoth in her garden. It is not a fantastic picture and you can just make out the moth visiting a flower but it was fantastic for Anne to see such a rare moth.

hummingbird hawkmoth

I was in a cycling mood again today as the forecast was good and it would have been a pity not to make use of such a fine opportunity.  A certain amount of early morning stiffness afetr yesterday’s 60 miles meant that I didn’t get off very early and as a result it was quite warm before I started.  Not wishing to boil what little brain I have left, I opted for a gentle pedal along  quiet back roads away from any long hills.

quiet back road

A typical road on my journey today.  Quiet and flat.

I was cycling through farmland for most of the journey and the views were very easy on the eye.

farmland view

One of the features of our back roads, on both sides of the border, is the occasional large tree growing in a hedge.  Here’s one in Scotland…

tree in hedge

…and here’s one in England.

tree in hedge

I had my first refreshment stop at Rigg in the shade of the village hall there.  It has a very decorative window.

Mansfield Hall

From Rigg, I headed south into England.

I passed a number of small churches during the day.  This one is at Blackford where I stopped to eat another of John’s  excellent filled rolls which were my basic fuel for the day.

Blackford Church

I was eating my roll outside the church because I had intended to enjoy a bowl of soup and a coffee inside the pub in Rockcliffe and made a special diversion to get there only to find that it was closed on a Monday.

After my roll, I crossed the A7 and reached the Longtown to Brampton road. On a whim I took another short diversion to visit Kirklinton Hall.  This was advertised on a sign as having a house and garden to visit.  The house is handsome…..

Kirklinton Hall

…undoubtedly handsome…..

Kirklinton Hall

….but a ruin and you can get into it.  The garden will perhaps look very nice in about three years.  It did have a decorative pigsty with a decorative pig (if you are a pig fancier)…


…but the best thing about it was that you could purchase a cup of tea and a slice of cake if you wished.  I wished.

I was thinking of putting a few hills into the ride on my way home from the Hall but my legs broke out into mutinous muttering -”It’s all right for him but it’s us that has to do the work.” – so I listened to them and passing a goose….


…and a charming bridge…


…I headed back to the main road to Longtown and then pedalled home through Canonbie and the bike path along the A7.

There were plenty of flowers in the verge all the way round the ride.

Delicate pink blossom near Gretna…

Near Gretna

This vibrant ragwort was growing on the banking of the M6 motorway…


These were at Hagg-on-Esk.

Wild flowers

The bike path is in need of TLC…

A7 bike path

…but I was pleased to use it as it meant that I was near the end of the ride.

I had covered 53 miles by the time that I had got home and after a day in the hot sunshine, I was pleased to get inside and have a drink of water.

I was back out again to mow the front lawn before too long and I  had a look round the garden while I was there.


Mrs Tootlepedal’s mixed packet of marigold seeds is proving to be very good value.

The day lilies continue to delight….

day lily

…and a siskin sat on the feeder quite unperturbed as I walked past.


It was soon time for Luke’s flute lesson.  When I was preparing for the lesson, my music reading software worked very well and I was able to scan the piano part in and get the computer to play an accompaniment for a Gavotte by Handel after about five minutes work.  Luke sight read his part well.

After a nourishing tea of macaroni cheese cooked by Mrs Tootlepedal, I went off to play trios with Mike and Isabel to round off a good day of pedalling and tootling.

The flying bird of the day is a well fed chaffinch.





Seated again

Today’s guest picture is a shot of camel racing.  My daughter Annie sent it, having come across it, as one does, at a country fair in a south London park.  The things that you see in a big city!

camel racing

Like yesterday, I spent quite a lot of time sitting down again today but unlike yesterday, most of it was spent sitting on a bike saddle.

In total I spent 4 hours 40 minutes pedalling and when I checked the results of today’s Tour de France stage, I saw the the winner there had spent 4 hours 56 minutes in the saddle.  The difference was that I had cycled 60 miles in the time and he had managed 140.  These men are heroes.

My sixty miles was spilt in to two rides with a pleasing mathematical relationship.  In the morning I did 40 miles down a flat main road and back at just under 17 mph and in the afternoon, I did half that distance over hilly back roads with Mrs Tootlepedal at more or less exactly half the speed.

I had a banana on a bench at half distance in the morning ride and a delightful cream tea in Waterbeck Village Hall at half distance in the afternoon ride.

The sun shone all the time, the temperature was hot but bearable and the wind was light.  Who, as the song says, could ask for anything more?

My morning ride was enhanced by meeting a cycle race going the other way down the Brampton road as I cycled home.  I put my nose down and pedalled harder as the speedy cyclists flashed by me.

There was less than an hour between the morning and afternoon rides and I just had time to admire a glowing bunch of Phlox in the garden…


…before setting off to Waterbeck.  We passed lots of local cyclists pedalling back towards Langholm as we went along, including Sandy who was on a short ride and declined our invitation to join us on the cream tea trail.

The hall at Waterbeck was packed when we got there.  The cream teas raise money for the local church and whether for that reason or the excellence of the scones, they had attracted a very good turnout. We sat next to a lady who told us that they will be doing cream teas in Middlebie Village Hall in August so I can see another trip coming on.   Mrs Tootlepedal likes nothing better than a ride with a cream tea in the middle of it.

When we got back, I found time between watching bits of the final round of the Open Golf to mow the middle lawn and take some pictures in the garden.  Colours were looking strong in the sunshine.

cosmos, poppy and marigold



Even the normally rather dull lime green nicotiana was singing.


The broad beans are flourishing….

broad beans

…but rather to Mrs Tootlepedal’s annoyance, although she planted several rows at different times, they all seem to be beaning simultaneously.  We had beans for tea yesterday, we had beans for tea today and, more than likely, we will have beans for tea tomorrow.

I tested the blackcurrant jelly that I made yesterday and it seems to have set quite well which is a relief.  The possibility of bramble jelly is now looming up.


While I was mowing the lawn, I heard the sound of the Town Band marching along Henry Street, so I picked up Pocketcam and nipped down to take a picture.

Town Band

They just had enough room to squeeze between the parked cars.

Town Band

Sound and fury

They were leading a procession of masons to a service in the church.  The irreverent refer to this as the ‘Pinkie Parade’.


A pinkie is your little finger. You have to have strong group loyalty to march down the road linked like this.

After the masons had passed by, a couple walked across the road to greet me.  They were the Elliots, Langholm exiles now living in South Africa and for some curious reason, regular readers of this blog.  Pocketcam obligingly took a record of our meeting through the good agency of Charlotte, one of our neighbours.


I am hoping to persuade Tom to send me more guest pictures from South Africa when they go home.  It was very nice to meet these far flung readers and I was much touched by the fact that they enjoy this link with their old home town.

Back in the garden, I tracked down one of the bees that make such a noise among the privet blooms…

bee on privet

…and took a picture of a variegated phlox just to enjoy the leaves before it blooms.


Mrs Tootlepedal was still full of energy after her twenty mile bike ride and suggested a trip to the moor to look for owls and hen harriers.  I was a little tired for some reason but fell in with her scheme and we drove up to see what we could see.

We did see both a harrier and several owls with our binoculars but they were too far away for the camera so just to prove that I was there, I took pictures of an impressive cloud….


…and the view down Little Tarras valley.


By eight o’clock, the light had faded and my stomach was muttering about the need for food so we left two other enthusiasts still bird watching and went home.

Owing to the distance, I couldn’t catch a flying owl of the day so I am signing off with a sitting bird of the day today.  If you look very carefully you can just see a hen harrier on the skyline.

hen harrier




Assisted resting

Today’s guest picture is a colourful train which my friend Bruce and his wife caught when on their recent holiday in the south.  It went from Newquay to Par (and back).

Train to Par

I had a day of rest today.

Mrs Tootlepedal achieved a bird in the hand…

bird in hand

…but not quite in the way that she wished.  This was a casualty of banging into the greenhouse.  It was too dazed to fly but it has been feeding well in a box in the boiler room and she will see how it manages tomorrow.

We had more warnings of heavy rain today but the morning was warm and pleasant if cloudy.  I spent some time mounting and framing the picture of the monument which I had promised a friend….

framed picture

…but forgot to take a picture of it until the light was gone so it looks rather odd here.

As well as the picture, I finished off making the blackcurrant jelly…

blackcurrant jelly.

…which looks good enough but we will have to wait until tomorrow to see if it has set properly and how it tastes.

I made a loaf of bread too and then sat down to watch a combination of the Tour de France and the Open Golf.  Luckily the channel transmitting the cycling has so many long commercial breaks that there was plenty of time to enjoy both.

From time to time, I rose from my easy chair to get a small snack and took the opportunity to look out of the kitchen window.

A collared dove appeared and perched on the feeder pole.

collared dove

It spent some time peering anxiously about…

collared dove

..before flying off without eating anything.

blue tit

A blue tit with a sunflower seed.

feeder queue

An orderly queue forming

I was just thinking that it would be a good idea to go out for a little cycle ride as it was really quite warm and the wind was light when I noticed that it was raining heavily so I sank back gratefully into my chair again.

It had stopped raining by tea time and I took a walk in the garden.


Some flowers were a bit depressed…


…while others stood up well

The nasturtiums are coming along well too.


My infallible dieting scheme* is working well and I have lost a few pounds.  I put this down to my Mediterranean diet.  This consists of going on eating what I always eat but putting mixed Italian herbs on my mince and waving my arms about in an expressive manner during meals.

I had not noticed them when I was in the garden but Mrs Tootlepedal brought in the first sweet peas of the summer and put them in a vase.

sweet peas

She says that unlike almost everything else this year, they have arrived rather late but they look very elegant anyway.

The flying bird of the day was hard to find and I had to settle for a fuzzy sparrow.

flying sparrow

* My infallible dieting scheme:  Eat less, exercise more.   If you can’t exercise, eat less – if you like food, exercise a lot more. I have to admit that not being able to drink alcohol because of my medicine might be helping too.




No point

Today’s guest picture is a view of a bridge over the Elbe in Dresden taken by my brother on his trip there earlier this month.

River Elbe

We were promised a fine start but with dire warnings of heavy rain to follow so Dropscone and I were pleased to get a sunny spell for our morning run.  It was accompanied by a brisk wind so we didn’t break any speed records but we did enjoy the Friday treacle scones with our coffee even more than usual after the extra effort.

After Dropscone had gone, I rushed out to the garden to take a few pictures in the sunshine before the rain came and bashed the flowers.  There was a lot of colour about.


Hostas in full bloom

Geranium and poppy

Geranium and poppy


Dan Lobb and Lilian Austin


A long lasting lily


A pair of marigolds (but no use for washing up)

As the rain still hadn’t arrived, I set about picking as many of the blackcurrants as I could before I got bored.  There were plenty to choose from.


I didn’t net them this year and expected to lose a lot to the birds but there must be plenty of food about as they were pretty well untouched.  I picked five pounds and then went across and suggested that my neighbour Liz might want to pick some.  She came across with two helpers and picked away but there are still plenty left.  It was a great crop from a single bush.

I went inside and put the currants on to stew and they are currently (currantly?) dripping juice from a jelly bag in the kitchen into a big bowl ready for jelly making tomorrow.

I was watching a pair of pigeons under the feeder and was surprised when one of them chased the other one away.


Somehow one thinks of pigeons as peaceful birds.

I had a light lunch and then set off for the tourist information point at the Kilngreen.  Mrs Tootlepedal was away in Edinburgh visiting our grandchild so I was left to cycle round to the TIP with a jacket packed in my back bag for when the rain came.

The rain didn’t come but neither did any tourists which made the tourist information point rather pointless.  I locked up and went down to the parking lot to buy an ice cream at the end of my two hour doze only to see the ice cream van pulling out of the other end of the car park as I arrived.

I consoled myself by watching two families of ducklings.


One of the families

…and trying to catch black headed gulls flying past.

low flying gull

A low flying gull

I got home just in time to miss the final moments of an exciting Tour de France Stage and settled for mowing the grass round the greenhouse and the drying green instead.

The traffic at the garden bird feeder was very light and I took a perching chaffinch in the plum tree for the want of any other action.


I spent an idle hour watching the Open Golf and marvelling at how hard Rory McIlroy can hit the ball without falling over.  It makes my back hurt just watching him.

In the evening, Mike and Alison came round and Alison and I were enjoying a sonata when Mrs Tootlepedal returned safely from Edinburgh.  After some more playing, we joined Mike and Mrs Tootlepedal for a round up of all the local news.

It still hadn’t rained.

We are promised some really heavy rain tomorrow.  I shall believe it when I see it.

Another of the Kilngreen gulls is flying bird of the day.

black headed gull

Note: Sandy has put some of his landscapes from yesterday’s outing on his blog.  You can find them here.

Looking around

Today’s guest picture is another from my sister Mary’s recent Lake District trip, It shows Ullswater.

Ullswater again

We were blessed with a whole day of lovely weather from dawn till dusk.  I didn’t quite manage to be up and about by dawn but I did get onto the bike about ten o’clock.  I was a bit delayed in starting my ride by trying to deal with an ominous creaking sound which has appeared recently.

I thought that it might be my saddle so I took it off and gave it a good clean and then put it back on rather nervously,.  It is all too easy to get the settings for the saddle position wrong resulting in posterior agony.  In the event, the saddle was positioned correctly to my relief but it turned out not to be the source of the squeak.  I may have to seek professional help.

I started out feeling a bit tired and cranky but the pedalling worked its usual magic and I was soon bowling along without an ache anywhere or a care in the world (except for a persistent creaking noise.)

garmin route july 17My route took me over Callister and then along the back roads through Middlebie to Ecclefechan.  The six miles to the top of Callister were into the wind and I took them at a very steady pace but after that, with no big hills to worry about, I rolled along at a good pace for the rest of the ride. Sticking to quiet back roads, I pedalled through the fields to Brydekirk and then back towards Eaglesfield and on down to Hollee.

A click on the map will reveal details of the ride to those who have time hanging heavy on their hands.

Just as I left Ecclefechan, I stopped when my eye was caught by a very striking bunch of yellow flowers in the hedgerow.  I only had my phone with me but it gives you some impression of their impact.


They must be a garden escape I would imagine but I have no idea what they are.

From Hollee back to Langholm I was on slightly busier roads but the traffic was very light and the wind was behind me and my joy was unconfined.  I stopped once again when I came upon a large flock of little white butterflies near Milltown of Sark.  They were hovering round a good crop of vetch.

Today's guest picture is another from my sister Mary's recent Lake District trip,  It shows Ullswater.

Two of the butterflies enjoying a rest.

Oddly, this was the only collection of butterflies that I saw, although there were a lot of individuals flitting across the road on the rest of the trip.

I headed down to Canonbie and came back along the main road which gave me the chance to bicycle down the newly surfaced stretch of road back to the town.  It was very smooth.

Checking my bike computer, I added a circuit of the New Town to the very end of my ride which brought my mileage up to a neat 40 miles.

I had time for a light lunch before having a meeting with a man who wanted a photograph of the monument that overlooks the town.  I didn’t have a suitable one in my files so when Sandy came down a short while later, we went off to find a vantage spot.  I took several shots and then went back into the town to show them to the man.  He didn’t like any of them.  I said that I would try again.

Sandy and I went off to practise our landscape shooting skills up the Esk Valley.  Mine are basically non existent as I need to learn the difference between what pleases my eye and what the camera likes.  These are by no means the same.

We took trouble, using tripods (and even a spirit level) as well as a remote shutter trigger but in the end we didn’t get a lot of satisfaction.  The light, which looked quite good to us, looked rather flat and hazy to the cameras.  After quite a bit of tinkering on the photo editor, I have picked a few.

Gates of Eden

Looking across the Esk to the Gates of Eden:  Pocketcam (Nikon J1 with a 10mm-30mm lens)

Esk valley

The same view: Nikon D7000, 70-200mm at 200mm

Looking back across the Esk from the other side: Pocketcam

Looking back across the Esk from the other side: Pocketcam

Esk valley

The same view: D7000 with the 18-55 lens at 48mm


Looking in the same direction: D7000 with the 70-200mm lens at 105mm

Potholm farm buildings

Potholm farm buildings: D7000 at 105mm

Turning to the north gave a very different light.

esk valley

D7000 at 48mm

We left the Esk Valley and drove through the Gates of Eden to look down into the Ewes Valley.

D7000 at 75mm with an HDR going over in the photo editor

D7000 at 75mm with an light HDR going over in the photo editor

What becomes apparent is the bewildering differences between cameras and lenses and the difference that a few degrees of turn can make to the effect of the light.  Not to mention the many possibilities that the photo editor offers.  Pocketcam liked the light better than the D7000.

Still, after we had had a cup of tea and watched an exciting finish to the Tour de France stage, I went off and took a few more pictures of the monument and this time the man liked one of them.

When I got back, Mrs Tootlepedal was hard at work in the garden so I did my bit and mowed the middle lawn.  I am trying to avoid using any weedkiller on the lawn this year so I have got out my old golfer’s pitch mark repairer and I am using it to dig up the more obtrusive weeds.

I took a picture of a crocosmia filtering the evening sunlight.

crocosmiaIn the evening, Sandy reappeared and we went off to the Archive Centre where a fitful internet connection allowed us to get a bit of work done on  the newspaper index database.    I shall need more wet days if I am to catch up with the hard working data miners.

Over our post-landscape tea and biscuits, I caught a chaffinch to be flying bird of the day.

flying chaffinch






Today’s guest picture shows my daughter-in-law’s view from her parking spot at the aptly named Ocean Terminal shopping centre in Leith.

Ocean Terminal shopping centre

The main item on the schedule today was a visit to see our friend Jean who is in hospital in Dumfries.  As the visiting hours were in the afternoon, we intended to combine this with a visit to the water mill in New Abbey which we visited when we went to see Jean on her last stay in hospital.  On that occasion we missed the 12 noon time for a demonstration of the mill working and this time we were determined to be ready.

I had time for a quick look round the garden….

rambler and phlox

Two impressive clumps.

shirley poppy

The first Shirley poppy in a new planting that Mrs Tootlepedal is trying.

…before we set off.

The forecast had suggested that rain would pass over us as we went but that we would find that it had gone by the time we got to New Abbey.  It was right in the first respect but it was still raining when we got to the mill.  I went in and asked for two tickets for the demonstration only to be told that it wouldn’t be run for just the two of us   “Come back at three,” the man said.  That was no good as we would be seeing Jean.  “Come back tomorrow when it isn’t raining and there will be more people about,” the man said.  We were not going to drive another eighty miles there and back again.  “I’m sorry,” he said, “We have to pump the water into the mill pond from the river and we can’t afford to run it for two tickets.”

I went back out into the rain and as I got into the car, another car arrived and two people got out and went into the mill.  I followed hopefully.  “OK, ” the man said, “Go and have a coffee and come back at 12.”

We had a coffee, we came back at 12, we got the tour….and it stopped raining.

After the tour, we had lunch, visited Jean, who was not as well as we hoped, and came home.

If you are not interested in working water mills, look away now.  There is nothing else in today’s post.

We started at the millpond where our knowledgeable demonstrator opened the sluice for the mill lade.


The pond used to be filled from a loch further up the hill but when the mill was closed this source of water was cut off which is why they have to pump water from the river below nowadays to fill it up when necessary.


The sluice at work

The water ran past some old buildings connected with the estate who owned the mill….

New Abbey

…and into the launder which leads to the wheel.


I have left our fellow tourist in the picture in gratitude because if he and his wife had not appeared, we wouldn’t have got the tour.

The launder leads to an overshot mill wheel.

New abbey mill

Rather to my surprise, it rotates clockwise as the water falls into the buckets on the right hand side of the main axle.

Inside the mill, we saw the machinery at work.  The demonstrator was running it at one third of the speed that it would be going at if it was being used in earnest.  It was strangely quiet and restful as the big gears turned….

mill gears

…but it was still spinning fast enough to make the teeth into a blur.  A flash exposure slowed them down a bit.

mill gears

The mill is in three storeys and we were able to explore them all.

the grindstone at work

The grindstone at work

three grindstones

They had a choice of grindstones depending on the quality required.

mill machinery

Belts to drive a sieve


Hoppers to feed the grindstones


The drive for a hoist to lift the sacks of grain to the top floor


A wooden wheel for the hoist.

After the mill was closed as a business, it was bought by a member of the family that had previously owned it and it was then entrusted to state care in 1970 and after restoration, it was reopened for the public in 1983.  There has been a mill on the site for 700 years, the first one probably built by the Cistercian monks of the nearby Sweetheart Abbey.  The present building dates from the 1790s.

The tour was a great treat with the wheel turning and the machinery purring away all the time.  The tour guide was a real enthusiast and tended to say things like, “We replaced this in 1843,” as though he had personally been there at the time.

Outside the mill door stood a preserved cart of the type used to bring flour to the miller.


A small sculpture on the floor of the mill kept an eye on us as we walked round.

mill mouse

I took two very short videos of the wheel and its machinery at work which I have combined here.

We went back to the abbey after our tour to have lunch at the tearoom there and Mrs Tootlepedal was struck by some harebells growing high on the abbey wall.

Sweetheart abbey

Jean was away getting some tests when we arrived at the hospital but she came back to her ward soon afterwards and we chatted away to her for some time.  When they have finished her tests, she is hoping to be released to come back to our own little cottage hospital in a day or two and we hope so too as it will make it a lot easier for her to have visitors.

We stopped to stock up on our food supplies on our way back though Dumfries and arrived home just in time to cook our evening meal.

I saw what I think is a young jackdaw as I stood at the kitchen window.


I couldn’t catch a flying bird at the feeder so I have had to use a silhouetted bird from this morning as flying bird of the day.

flying bird



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