Today’s guest picture was very kindly sent to me by Steve, the author of the There and Back Again blog, much missed since he discontinued it. The handsome bridge in the picture is on the Manassas Battlefield and crosses Bull Run Creek, the site of the first major battle of the American Civil War (July, 1861). It was built in 1825.
I was continuing to tread very gently as my sore hip improved and I was pleased to be able to spend some quiet time tickling Matilda’s toes in the morning. Matilda seemed reasonably pleased too.
She was taken to visit some neighbours in the splendid perambulator in which her father had been pushed around as a baby while I was visiting the local producers’ market to stock up on provisions.. I was able to persuade my son to give her an extra push when I got back so that I could take a picture of him pushing his baby in his own pram.
I should say that Mrs Tootlepedal has been carefully looking after the pram for 35 years precisely for this moment.
The visit to Langholm was Matilda’s first journey out of Edinburgh and as she didn’t want her parents to get too tired or over excited, she took them off home in the middle of the morning.
This left me with time to wander about the garden to see what yesterday’s stormy weather had done.
In general the garden had got off fairly lightly although the taller plants were noticeably tilted to the side.
And two clematis plants were equally well sheltered.
The poppy repaid closer examination.
Although the showier roses are looking a bit bedraggled, the moss rose is doing well and the appropriately named Special Grandma is flourishing, well sheltered from the wind.
While I was looking at the flowers, the cries of swifts racing across the sky above the garden made me look up.
Slower birds were to be seen. I was just sympathising with this blackbird’s loss of a leg….
…when it put its other leg down and flew off laughing at having fooled me.
I took a traditional chaffinch in the plum tree shot for my sister Susan who enjoys a picture of a perching bird.
We had some new potatoes from the garden with a salad for lunch and then Granny, Mrs Tootlepedal and I sat down to watch the first stage of the Tour de France on the telly. The weather was good outside and it was my intention to watch for a bit and then go for a pedal myself but as the stage was going through country in Yorkshire that we knew quite well, it was even more interesting to watch than usual and before I knew it, several hours had gone by and we had watched the whole stage from start to finish.
The unexpected rest had done me a lot of good and for the first time for a good few days I was pain free when I stood up. I was so pleased that I went out and mowed the middle lawn…..and was still pain free when I finished.
There had been a sharp shower while the cycling was on but it turned into a pleasantly sunny and calm evening so I got the camera out again.
There were birds about….
…and flowers too.
Mrs Tootlepedal has planted out some marigolds from a packet of mixed seeds.
Usually by this time of year, the leaves of our Solomon’s Seal will have been stripped by hordes of sawfly caterpillars but this evening, I could only find one at work.
The new potatoes are so good that we had some more with our tea.
I am hoping to get back on the bike tomorrow.
The capture of a flying chaffinch rounded off a very good day.