Today’s guest picture is of a showy bed of tulips in Regents Park, London where my daughter Annie was taking a walk.
We are almost beginning to forget the five months of gloomy weather that have just passed as the present dry and sunny spell continues, bringing joy to the hearts of the townspeople of Langholm.
I was very pleased myself when I woke up this morning with no aches and pains of any sort after my gentle tumble off my bike yesterday. As a result when Mrs Tootlepedal suggested a cycling outing, I was only too pleased to join her and we set out on a ride up the Esk valley, crossing the river four times as we made a figure of eight loop through Bentpath and Westerhall.
This ride starts with a stiff climb and I was able to catch Mrs Tootlepedal as she stormed over the summit at Peden’s View.
We kept our eye out for roadside wild flowers as we went. There were a lot of celandine about but I wasn’t allowed to photograph them as Mrs Tootlepedal hates them as only a gardener can hate a persistent weed. Luckily there were plenty of other candidates.
We stopped at Georgefield to admire the llamas….
…or alpacas. I can’t tell the difference.
We crossed the Esk at Bentpath and went up the east side of the river to Enzieholm. We crossed the river at Enzieholm and went back down the west side of the river until we got to Bentpath where we crossed the river again and continued south through the Westerhall estate.
We crossed an impressive bridge soon after we entered the park.
….admired some early rhododendrons…
…and passed through the south gates and bumped our way along a farm track until we crossed the river for the last time at Burnfoot and regained the road to Langholm. The trip was fifteen miles of pure pleasure.
We had had an early light lunch before we set out and we had a late light lunch when we got home again.
We were just about to have a cup of tea when Sandy appeared with camera in hand. He joined us for a cup of tea and then I changed out of my cycling clothes and while Mrs Tootlepedal went back to gardening, Sandy and I went for a walk. Once again the Esk was crossed as we walked along the Murtholm down to Skippers Bridge and walked back on the town side.
More wild flowers were to be seen.
The river is quite low and so we clambered down onto the rocks at Skippers Bridge.
There were birds to be seen as well.
There was interest on every side.
More sinister plants were to be found.
Sandy went off on an extended walk and I collected our car from the garage where it is going to have a new track rod bearing fitted tomorrow. When I got home, Mrs Tootlepedal was involved in an extensive task of clearing ivy and cutting back a berberis. I noticed a couple of newcomers in the garden flower department.
Old established flowers had asked to be taken too and I couldn’t resist their charms.
Just as I was going in to cook the tea, we were treated to another stately flypast. This time it was a bird of a distinctly different feather.
It missed our chimney but not by much. There have been a lot of these planes flying low over the surrounding hills and many helicopters too. We imagine that they are practising for the invasion after Scotland votes for independence in September. Perhaps not though.
In the evening, we went off to a choir practice for Langholm Sings. We are in the last stages of preparing for our concert on Sunday week and I got the opportunity to take half the practice and enjoyed myself immensely, leaping around like a demented marionette. The choir is sounding very good for a small open access community group and we are keeping our fingers crossed that singing with the local orchestra will go well and that we can do ourselves justice.
Either the heron or the aeroplane might have been flying bird of the day but, in the end, I decided that a chaffinch should have that honour. I hope that you agree.
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Make sure those planes aren’t Putin’s trying to annex Scotland to mother Russia! 🙂
I will check carefully.
So pleased there’s no soreness after yesterday’s tumble. Phew! A lovely batch of photos today of my favourite valley in the region. In ‘More flowers’ the first photo I’d say is a stitchwort, but hard to be sure looking down on the head. Alpacas at Georgefield! Also rhea in the same field, or they were! Quite a menagerie there now. Happy singing, to drown out the military manoeuvres.
I was hoping to see the rheas but they didn’t seem to be there. Another correspondent has told me that it was a stitchwort too. I have rapped Mrs Tootlepedal’s knuckles.
Sounds like a busy day. Wonderful photos here. I’m still waiting for the spring flowers to really start blooming. We’ve had a few, but not much is up yet.
We are well under way and keeping our fingers crossed that we don’t get hit by a late frost.
Glad to hear that there are no leftover aches and pains from your fall. I like that shot of the flying heron. It’s amazing that you have rhododendrons blooming already.
These must be early ones as the ones in our garden are far from out yet.
Ooosh, so glad to hear you are well and not even bruised. I’ve been lax in my blog reading (and writing) recently, pulled this way and that with other things. So now I will go backwards in your posts, to learn what happened.
I particularly like the way you sometimes make grids of smaller photo images, interspersed with the larger sizes. Haven’t seen that before and some day may need to steal the idea, it’s a good one.
It is not hard to do if you have a photo editor that will let you alter an image’s canvas size.
Your daffodils put on a very balanced pose.
It was just luck. When I looked today the wind had blown them all awry.
Those alpacas (llamas are taller) look just like ours!
They are very cute. We need more of your alpacas in your posts.
Nice buzzing bee shot! ~SueBee
Excellent photos one and all! In the photo of the daffodils, it looks as if they were arranged, yet at the same time, it looks like each individual flower is competing the the rest to get its picture taken. And the flying chaffinch is one of your all time best.
The sun was in just the right place.
What an absolutely gorgeous day you had. Spring really is the best season.
I agree until (until autumn comes along).
Toss up between the two, always.
Fall, oh no, I’m reading this in reverse order; I’m going to have to catch up! Spring flowers and growth are so uplifting.Where have all the coltsfoot flowers gone? they seem to have disappeared around here.
We had a few but then nothing. I was expecting to see more but I think that the time has passed.
Glad there were no bad results from your fall. What a wealth of pictures, I liked the flying heron best though.
A wealth of lovely photographs – especially liked the wild flowers. Glad to hear the choir practice went well and that you were none the worse for your fall.,
The shot looking downstream makes me want to canoe around the corner – and I don’t even have a canoe!
We get occasional canoeists but they and the fly fishermen don’t mix.
I am confused – haven’t you had a lot of rain for quite awhile? Yet the river is low? I especially like the heron and the bee. It’s a bit like seeing old friends and being glad they’re out and about.
I’m glad you had a really good ride. That must . . . soften? . . . the memory of the fall.
Our countryside is relatively steep and the rain drains off remarkably quickly. It only takes a few dry days for the river levels to drop a lot.
That is very instructive. I’m glad I asked.
I agree with ravenhare and think the flower is a stitchwort and most probably a lesser rather than a greater stitchwort though without seeing the rest of the plant it’s difficult to say. The lesser stitchwort has much more deeply lobed petals than the greater.
I bow to your knowledge. My knowledge of flowers is infinitesimal.
The flying heron was well caught indeed and I was beginning to get dizzy with the number of times you crossed the river. Who’s going to be invading who once Scotland is independent? Should I be building a bunker and stocking up on food?
Well the UK politicians keep telling us that we will be defenceless against the world without Mummy to look after us so it might be anyone.
What a lovely lot of photos in this post! My favorites are the flying heron and the gorgeous white daffodils. Sorry to read the wind set them awry. So many lovely flowers, always a great cheer-me-up.
The garden is looking cheerful now after a very glum winter.
Japanese knotweed…horrors! The worst!
The flying heron….I envy you getting that perfect shot!
Now am going backwards to read about your tumble.