Today’s guest picture is another view from a walk on the veldt which was kindly sent to me by Tom from South Africa. He was excited by the fact the the valley bottom is covered in vineyards.
Mrs Tootlepedal got up early and disappeared in an Edinburgh direction. She was lending a hand with the world’s greatest baby as our daughter-in-law Clare’s back is still not quite cured. As Dropscone and the minister had other business and young Sandy had returned to work as the term has started at his college, I was left to amuse myself this morning.
A weather forecaster had pointed out that it was officially the first day of autumn but added that we should be getting some late summer weather. However, wherever the sun was shining, it wasn’t in Langholm and we had a grey morning with a chilly wind. In these circumstances, I decided that the best thing would be to do nothing much and I succeeded in accomplishing that quite well.
I did walk round the garden and found that it was pretty in pink today. Well, pink with variations anyway.
The other colour which is prominent is the yellow of the sunflower, rudbeckia and marigold. I like the colours that this marigold produces as it fades.
There are a pair of rather badly painted blackbirds about, wandering aimlessly about the lawn pecking at any fallen plums that they can find.
After lunch, I got a bit more active and is was cleaning my speedy bike’s chain when Sandy appeared, having had a short first day at college. We agreed on a cycle ride and while he went off to have some lunch, I finished cleaning the chain and mowed the drying green. I would have got a little more mowing done but the minister appeared with his Bianchi, now fitted with two fully working inner tubes. He was taking it home rather than going for a ride and had stopped by for a chat.
By the time he left, I just had time to finish the drying green before Sandy rang to say that he was ready to go. I got changed and took the speedy bike up to meet him and we cycled up the Eskdalemuir road as far as the Enzieholm bridge and back. In spite of some valiant efforts by the pothole menders, the surface of the road up to Bentpath is appalling and we bumped and bobbled along as best we could.
Every time I go up this section of road, I promise myself not to do it again until it is fixed but times passes and I think that it can’t be as bad as I remembered and off I go again. It was just as bad.
At Bentpath, we crossed the river and took the back road up to Enzieholm. The trees at the bridge are bearing a fine crop of berries.
In the early evening, my flute pupil Luke came and we explored the world of trills. It is good to have a pupil who instinctively realises the added value that trills give to the sort of music that we are playing and insists on trying to play them. We are making good progress with them.
I made a potato and tomato bake for tea and it came out of the oven just in time to greet Mrs Tootlepedal on her return from Edinburgh.
I am hoping for a more active day (with sun) tomorrow.
I didn’t really catch a flying bird of the day today and this landing bird was the best that I could do.