A few puddles

The picture of the day is a puddle.

puddle

Once again the forecast was gloomier than the reality although the reality was still pretty gloomy.  However, it didn’t start actually raining until after lunch but this was not much use to me as it was too wet to do anything useful in the garden and my joints were still not up to morning cycling.

I did have a damp wander about.

delphinium

wet roses
The roses are proving quite durable

And there is plenty of general growth even if some of the plants are not doing well individually.

top left corner

The strawberries have been a more or less complete failure and I am fearful that the gooseberries will rot before they ripen.  The raspberries look as though they might have a chance still if we could get a dry week or two but I am not expecting to make much jam from the garden this year.

Once inside, I could admire a fine selection of chubby juveniles through the window.

juveniles

Some siskins have returned and here we see a chaffinch giving one an old fashioned look.

siskin and chaffinch

I tried to do a bit of work on the newspaper database but the internet connection was in a grumpy mood and wouldn’t let me.  I practised my flute playing instead.

Somehow the morning slipped by and just as I was feeling perky enough to go an an expedition, it started to rain heavily.  Mrs Tootlepedal was away working so I passed the time trying and failing to complete the crossword.  And staring at puddles.

When she returned, we had a cup of tea and decided that we needed to get out and about so we got into the Kangoo and went to see if the wild irises beside the Tarras were still out.  Sadly, they were over and so we went back up the hill and stopped for a moment at the moorland bird feeders where a woodpecker pecked away unconcernedly as we parked by the gate.  I shot this picture while sitting in the car.

woodpecker

We were hoping to see the jays but they didn’t oblige so we went on down to the bridge over the Tarras at the distillery.  The river was running high.

Tarras

We decided to go home by a circular route and went on to Claygate and then down to the Hollows where we stopped and looked at the Esk over the Hollows bridge.  It wasn’t as high as I expected.

Esk

On my way back to the car, I paused to read this historic marker.

marker Gilnockie Castle
The hanging of Johnny Armstrong was an act of realpolitik which marked the end of hundreds of years of reiving and introduced more stable times in this area.

The marker stands high on the bank above the river…

Gilnockie castle

…and in the middle of a small but delightful wood.

Gilnockie castle site

And that was the excitement for the day.  In the evening, after putting a week of the newspaper into the database,  I was able to enjoy a vicarious bike ride by reading Gerry Patterson’s account of a day in the mountains in France.  If you have time, I can heartily recommend it.  You can find it here.

I took a photograph at some time in the day of the worst put together bird I have ever seen.  The photo is not much good but neither is the bird.

bird
It seems to have been assembled from two different kits.

I also liked this photo of a young greenfinch which rather summed up the day for me.

greenfinch in rain

Tomorrow, we are hoping to see the sun, even if for a short while.

The flying bird of the day is a very delicate siskin.

flying siskin

 

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

8 thoughts on “A few puddles

  1. Hello Mr. Tootlepedal: I’ve just discovered your blog and am enchanted by it! I thoroughly enjoy your humor and am bowled over by the photos of your garden! I don’t know how large it is, but it looks as though you have a team of gardeners and under-gardeners beavering away on it, and someone collecting an entrance fee at the gate (my formerly-from-Norfolk friend now sharing a corner of the Canadian prairies says it’s all the rain you get . . . but I put my money on those hordes of hidden gardeners). I’m all agog to see what you get up to next!

  2. Sorry about the soft fruit prospects and no jam for the next season! Loved the poor bedraggled bird.

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