Today’s picture, sent by Gavin who is on holiday, shows a tower that houses barn owls. I’ll have to up my bird feeder game to keep up with this sort of thing.
We woke to a miserable wet and windy day. It was a pity as it was our daughter’s last morning with us and we drove her to the train in Carlisle in gloomy mood. I took the opportunity to top up my supply of coffee beans with a nice selection from around the world. Ironically, as soon as Annie had got onto the train, the weather improved and by teatime, it was a beautiful sunny, summer day.
It stayed fairly windy and as I was feeling pretty tired, I did quite a bit of pro resting while Mrs Tootlepedal went off to help with the driving for the disabled. I managed to find the energy to mow the middle lawn and while I was doing this, Sandy arrived and we had a cup of tea.
Mike Tinker also called round and that was about all the excitement that the day offered.
I did a little gentle garden snapping from time to time.
A Rosa Goldfinch has started to flower and I like the way that it goes from this at the start…
…and ends up like this.
Three for the price of one.
There is a philadelphus near the plum tree that was nearly strangled by a clematis. Mrs Tootlepedal has cleared away the clematis and pruned the philadephus and it seems to be happy.
White is big in the garden at the moment and the pinks are whiter than ever.
In our little pond we have some little water lilies which struggle to find enough space to grow. From a photographer’s point of view, it is annoying that they almost always attract little black flies which slightly spoil the picture.
The white peony had attracted a bee into its secretly coloured interior.
The blue delphinium had its admirers too.
The birds were much as usual with no exciting strangers visiting but as always, they gave great pleasure to anyone with the time to watch them.
In the evening, I went to the Archive Centre with Jean (Sandy was off gallivanting somewhere) and we did some good work but I was generally so tired that we didn’t stop for a refreshment afterwards.
One of my correspondents asked for a picture of the inside of the sourdough loaf so, ever attentive to the requirements of the readers, here it is.
It tastes good whatever it looks like.
We are promised a spell of good weather and I shall try to get rested and find a few more interesting things to snap away at over the next few days. I am hoping to get a new set of cool cycling glasses tomorrow morning and they will make me cycle much further and faster with a lot less effort (I hope).
There was no shortage of flying birds to day so here are two.