Today’s picture from my sister Mary’s walk yesterday, shows half the population of London afloat in pedalos.
I had planned a fine day of cycling, taking in many highly photographic sights but sadly I had failed to alert my body to this and it had other plans entirely. In spite of me speaking to it severely, it refused to get out of bed at all in the morning and I had little option other than to wait until lunch time when it kindly agreed to rise.
Jiggered by the effort of getting up and eating a light lunch, my body sank back into a chair (handily placed in front of the telly) and remained there until it kindly let me go out into the garden to say hello to the roses early in the evening.
Mrs Tootlepedal was so fed up with sparrows eating her sweet peas shoots that she built an elaborate cage this year and the well protected sweet peas inside the cage have done very well. Her enjoyment of this has been slightly diluted by the fact that some other sweet peas, planted with no protection from the marauding sparrows, have done just as well.
Such is life.
We are getting towards the end of the seventh month of the year and some of the late season flowers are appearing just to remind us that we are heading towards autumn.
And that was it for the day. Still, I feel a great deal better for a really good rest even though I had to shut my ears to the sound of the grass crying, “Cut me! ” This may be the first day since I started keeping this diary that I really have done absolutely nothing at all and although it may sound a bit silly, I am quite proud of myself.
All the same it was a bit of a wastes of another really nice day as far as the weather went.
I even rested the my camera hand and didn’t use the heavy lens except for a couple of minutes. As a result I didn’t get the opportunity to catch a flying bird, though I only just missed the one on the right.