Today’s guest picture shows a cinnabar moth (Tyria jacobaeae). It was cleverly spotted and adeptly snapped by my daughter’s partner Joe in their London garden.
I had a day of practising moaning and by the evening I had just about got the hang of it. Everything was fine when I got up but for some unfathomable reason getting out of the kitchen chair after half an hour of eating porridge and reading the newspaper gave me a terrible twinge down my leg.
Often cycling sorts this sort of thing out so I went off for a gentle 14 mile pedal past fields of buttercups…
…and along leafy lanes lined with wildflowers…
…and although I felt fine when I was pedalling, I was just as twingy as ever when I got off the bike.
Thereafter, I spent the day intermittently standing up, sitting down, lying down (on a bed and in a bath) and wandering aimlessly about in an effort to find that magic moment of relaxation that loosens the muscles and miraculously cures the sciatica.
I did take a few pictures while wandering around.
I even took some pictures while standing at the kitchen window.
And while all this was balm to the spirit, nothing seemed to ease off my leg so very little useful came of the day.
Mrs Tootlepedal went off to help with the driving for the disabled and very much enjoyed having a go on an electric bike. She described the experience as feeling as though she was sailing through the countryside on a mythical barque. She had also enjoyed the drive to Brydekirk and back along the wild flower fringed lanes.
After tea, she went off to judge the bookmarks at a local SWRI fun evening and I went with Sandy, who had been resting well all day, to the Archive Centre. Jean is home from hospital but not yet well enough to join us.
The non flying flower of the day is a white potentilla.