Today’s guest picture is another bird at my daughter’s feeder in London.
I had no time to watch birds today as Mrs Tootlepedal, Pat and I went off to Edinburgh in the car straight after breakfast. We had a dream drive on the way, with hardly any traffic to pass or to be passed by until we got right into Edinburgh.
The purpose of our visit was to deliver a lawn mower to Matilda’s parents so that they could get their small lawn into a state worthy of our granddaughter. There is no knowing what the sight of an ill tended greensward might do to an impressionable child in her formative years.
When we arrived, Clare put Matilda into the care of her grandmother and came down to see to the mowing. I had brought an electric hover mower with me to deal with weeks of neglect and after a whizz round with that, Clare and I took turns with the old fashioned push mower until things looked at least respectable.
While this important work was going on, Matilda was looking after her great-grandmother, her grandmother and her father in turn.
She seemed to be able to keep them quite happy for a considerable time.
After lunch Clare had a visit from the health visitor to check on Matilda’s progress. This was deemed to be thoroughly satisfactory so Matilda went off for a celebratory walk. She had a guard of honour with her.
Al and Clare are fortunate to have a handy garden not far from their house and we walked up though it until we got to this handsome church…
…where we turned back along a road with an imposing facade to say the least.
One of the charming things about walking round Edinburgh, especially near Al and Clare’s house, is that you often can catch glimpses of Arthur’s Seat when you pass a road end.
We had time for a cup of tea when we got back and then Matilda shared a joke with her grandmother….
…and we set off home again.
The glimpse of Arthur’s Seat led me into taking a detour round Holyrood Park as we started for home. The road climbs round the hill and we stopped on the south side to admire the view over the Firth of Forth down to North Berwick.
Some people, more energetic than us, were admiring the view from the very top of the hill.
The figures on the summit look strangely out of scale but one of the reasons that Arthur’s Seat is such a popular walk is that it is not very high.
We looked down at Duddingstone Loch at the foot of the hill.
Although it was cloudy, it was far too warm for us to expect to see anyone emulating the famous Dr Robert Walker…
….pictured here skating on the loch by Henry Raeburn in one of Scotland’s favourite paintings.
We took the A7 home and we were able to get another good look at the extensive workings being undertaken to re-open the railway from Edinburgh to Galashiels.
Although the weather had been rather grey on our way back from Edinburgh, it had brightened up by the time we got home and I had a quick walk round the garden. The garden is full of blackbirds…
Two Lilian Austin blooms show how this rose flowers and decays.
Luckily, there always seem to be new buds opening so as a bush it lasts well, even though the flowers pass quite quickly.
There are more lush poppies to be seen too….
…with their centres looking very like the sort of fancy cakes you get in upmarket tearooms.
After tea, I went up to the Archive Centre with Sandy and we put another week of the newspaper index into the database. It is currently full of reports of the local celebrations for Queen Victoria’s golden jubilee in 1887.
Sandy told me that he had sat in at our photo exhibition for four hours on Wednesday and had only got four visitors. I don’t know what we can do to get more people to look at it. Those that come always seem to enjoy it. I hope that I get a few more when I sit in on Saturday, which will be (hint for local readers) the last day.
The non flying flower of the day is a white rose.