Today’s picture by Rachel, a friend of the family, was forwarded to me by my sister Susan from her I-Pad ( show off). It shows the siblings at Huseyin’s recent birthday. What is very strange is that none of us seem to have aged at all.
Dropscone had an errand to do so I had a leisurely breakfast and set out to go round the full morning run for the first time since the 14th of May. I went round the wrong way as this avoids the two steepest climbs. Although it was a lovely day, the thermometer was at a measly 12° C so I put the shorts away and reverted to the tights. I was sorry by about three quarters of the way round as I was far too hot.
Following my policy of trying to be sensible, I not only went at a gentle pace, using a very low gear on anything remotely resembling a hill but I also stopped for frequent photo shoots. My first stop was at the Kerr Wood, which has now completely disappeared.
Dropscone was complaining to me last time he went round about how exposed to the wind this stretch of road now is. They will be replanting it but even at the rapid rate that the trees they plant these days grow, the cover may come too late for us.
The price of timber must be good just now because a few hundred yards along the road, another wood is under the chainsaw.
I love to watch the clever machines with their skilful operators.
As I pedalled over the hill at Tarcoon, I stopped again to capture two contrasting cloudscapes.
I think we had the best of the weather today.
I stopped in Canonbie to pick up a schedule for the Canonbie Flower Show from the post office. It has a good set of classes for photos and I am going to try to get some sorted out to have a go in some of them.
I was just appoaching Canonbie bridge when I met an old, gnarled figure pedalling towards me. It was Dropscone, having finished his errands, going round the morning run the correct way. I pedalled gently on while he whizzed into the distance. I stopped at the Hollows to take a picture of the estate houses there, looking very neat and tidy.
I stopped twice more, once to add to my collection of bridges at Irvine House. This was one of the most battered bridges when it was on the main road as it sits on a steepish downhill corner. Hardly a week went by without a stone being taken off the parapet. It looks very peaceful now.
And finally a look down from the bike path at the Esk gleaming in the sunshine.
Then there was just time for a shower, a set of stretching exercises and a bite of lunch before it was time to go to the Kilngreen to do my stint in the tourist office.
I was amazed to have to deal with two enquiries almost before I had time to sit down. After that, I had a steady stream of visitors but only one more tourist. My first visitor was my archiving friend Jean, who dropped in on her way round a walk on the new Castleholm path. She had hardly departed before Dropscone appeared. He had given the opportunity to play a round of golf a miss as he had played 45 holes during the last three days. His appearance was more than usually welcome as he was carrying a gift of two of his excellent scones. He had noticed that I had been complaining about sconelessness in the blog yesterday.
Then to complete my entertainment, Sandy dropped in on his way to a photographic opportunity in the good weather. He has woodpeckers, nuthatches and a squirrel in his garden. I am going to have to move house.
I had one more very chatty genuine tourist who came in twice so my afternoon slipped by most pleasantly. I cycled home across the Castleholm and saw little of note, though I was given a display of low flying by an oyster catcher.
I had washed my four seater seed feeder before I went out in the morning and had hung up a two seater in its place. The birds seemed to take the substitution in their stride.
I enjoyed watching them while I had a cup of coffee.
We welcomed a motorcycling couple for the evening. They are going from Nairn to France for a few days and have a long way still to go just to get to Dover. They told me that the journey is part of the holiday. That’s how I feel about trains.
When their bikes were safely stowed away, I got the mower out and mowed the front lawn. It now has a pretty diamond pattern.
I also noticed that my favourite flower, a fuchsia which barely survived the winter, is now showing its first flower.
A red dahlia has also come out so there are touches of colour here and there in the garden, even if there is nothing like as much as there should be.
I didn’t go to Carlisle to play recorder tonight as too many of the group were unavailable for one reason or another so I was able to get some more Olympic resting in.
Today’s chaffinch is a chaffinch.