Today’s picture shows the sort of thing you can expect to see if you are cycling in Texel in the Netherlands. Fiona, my Newcastle correspondent, was there on holiday. The power is being provided by Hannah.
Dropscone and I had a pedal too but not on a tandem. To avoid the danger of racing our time of yesterday and either wrecking ourselves by going too fast or disappointing ourselves by going too slow, we chose a different route. There was quite a brisk wind in our face on the outward journey to Waterbeck but a corresponding helping hand on the way back. I didn’t quite have the joie de vivre of yesterday but we got round in a satisfactory time.
I concentrated on white in my walks round the garden today. I must start with another apology to the much maligned green and white flowered clematis. It has lost its green tinge and is flowering constantly and effusively. It’s a real delight.
It is still covered with buds and given freedom from night frosts, it should be with us for some time.
The Japanese anemones are also delightful.
And plugging away in the shadow of the white clematis, the white potentilla is also going well.
They all looked good in the sunshine which made for a very pleasant day today.
After coffee, Mrs Tootlepedal and I went up to fill the Moorland feeders as Sandy was at work. There was very little to see in the way of birds so Mrs Tootlepedal took a wander down the path at the end of the glade.
Apart from some flourishing fungus…
…and an inevitable pheasant….
…there was nothing of interest as the woodpeckers seem to have vanished for the moment so we soon came home.
We were both doing some constructive resting after lunch when a tap on the window revealed that Sandy had returned from work. My back was not being improved by doing nothing so Sandy and I set out on a short walk round the Castleholm to see if some exercise would help. It didn’t but it was another pleasant stroll.
While I was waiting for him to change out of his working clothes, I enjoyed watching chaffinches perch on the sunflower next to the feeder.
They were perching there because a belligerent siskin was keeping the feeder to itself.
I checked my neighbour’s buddleia for coloured butterflies. There was only one.
The start of our walk was impressively green.
We spotted a fungus soon after we had set out.
Round the other side of three was a strange fungaloid creature with a screwed up face stuck in a crevice.
The things you see when you learn to look.
The scenes were idyllic in the afternoon sun.
The air was full of the seeds of rosebay willow herb when the wind blew. No wonder it is so prevalent. It was almost like light snow at times.
I added another gate to my collection.
And some autumn seeds.
When I got back, I spent some time choosing and printing pictures out for Saturday’s show. I managed to upset the printer and had to waste time and ink doing a ‘deep clean’. Thankfully it worked just as I was envisaging having to buy a new printer.
After tea, Mrs Tootlepedal and I went to the first meeting of the season for Langholm Sings, our community choir. It was enjoyable but quite hard as we got new music to sing and some of it was difficult. I got a go at conducting and have three pieces which I am going to work up with the choir. They are easier than the pieces which our musical director has chosen because I know my limits.
I am sorry if the blog has a rather disorganised air about it but my back resolutely refuses to co-operate with my well planned get-better-quick scheme and sitting typing is not the pleasure that it usually is at the moment.
Yet another chaffinch makes flying bird of the day.