Today’s picture is another one from my sister Mary. It is from Golders Hill Park. This little park at the top of Hampstead Heath has both tennis courts and a good cafe. I’m not surprised my sister was there.
My back is far from well and Dropscone has been told to rest by his doctor so obviously a cycle ride was called for. Honestly, it is as near to resting as you can get without falling asleep. We pottered round our usual 20 mile morning route at a gentle 13 mph. Well, Dropscone pottered and I huffed and puffed behind him on the slow bike but we both survived even though Dropscone picked up a slow puncture on his way after hitting a pothole. We were able to enjoy our coffee and scones after the ride and admire Mrs Tootlepedal’s fine work at the ironing board while we drank.
After he had gone, I spent a little time watching the sparrows.
Mrs Tootlepedal was continuing her attack on the garden. That women could teach Atilla the Hun a thing or two about laying waste. Today she was uprooting a cotoneaster. I lent a hand in getting the root out of the ground which was not at all easy but it came up in the end. We are acquiring another fine heap of stuff for the shredder as well as filling two compost bins with greenery.
We finished in time for a late lunch and more or less simultaneously it started to rain which was a happy coincidence.
While it was raining, I put a week of the E&L into the database. I noticed an item about the mysterious disappearance of a Langholm man in New York in late 1880. My curiosity was piqued and I looked into him a bit further and found his story in the March 10, 1881 edition of the New York Times. He was a stockbroker who was knocked off a bridge by a train at night and his body was found floating in a block of ice four months later. He seemed to have passed his stop and been walking home along the track in the dark when the accident happened. It was very interesting to see the story come to life and read a scan of the actual article from the New York Times. I wish we had the technology (and the money) to let researchers see original articles from our paper on line but it must be admitted that many of the articles from the E & L that the indexers read are a good deal duller than the one I found today.
In the late afternoon, the weather improved again and I went out with the camera.
I heard a scuffle and looked round. I found the guilty party. If any reader recognises this sparrow which is engaged in looting grass seed, please let the proper authorities know immediately.
More colour on its last legs…
Mrs Tootlepedal is very fed up with these Michaelmas daisies which are going to flower so late as to be a very poor contribution to the garden in her view…
Some things still look good.
Later, while I was teaching my flute pupil inside, outside Ghengis Tootlepedal was reducing this….
.. to this…
My son Alistair tells me that his wife Clare is visiting Canada this week. She is going to Vancouver on business so I told him to tell her to wave at any readers she passes over on her way. If you look up and see a hand sticking out of an aircraft window, that will be her. Wave back.
The blackbirds seem to thrive in the damp weather. There are plenty of them about, usually with a worm in the beak. This one left its worm behind when it saw me.
In complete colour contrast, this nicotiana was beautiful in the evening light.
The Langholm Show is definitely on at the weekend so I will have to spend some time this week making a final choice of photos to put in and make sure my jams and jellies are looking good too.