Today’s guest picture was kindly sent to me by Tuckamoredew, the fearless sub-zero Canadian cyclist aka Keith. He spotted these mud nests on the underside of a bridge as he passed. I have cruelly cropped his picture so I hope he forgives me.
Dropscone and I had another fine day for our morning pedal but the wind was up and it was hard work on the way out to Gair. The reward was a good shove in the back on our way home and we enjoyed ourselves. Sadly Dropscone had business to do so there were no scones to revive me when I got back.
Mrs Tootlepedal was hard at work with the hedge trimmer and kept at it for the rest of the morning. The hedges, as a result, are looking very trim.
All this work meant a lot of bits to collect and deal with. I spent some time putting material through our little shredder but most of it was collected up and put in the back of the car to be taken to our local dump. I took a moment to mow the front lawn following my plan to mow the lawns as often as possible while they are growing well.
I did find time to look at a plant or two….
…and I was distracted by the sight of my neighbour Liz coming down the road on her new bike.
I went back into the garden and my eye was caught by a stray poppy which had fought its way to the light through one of Mrs Tootlepedal’s grass jungles.
I have seen a good variety of butterflies while out cycling recently but they have been very scarce in the garden and this white was the only photo opportunity I have had for a while.
Mrs Tootlepedal continued to slave away and after lunch she got all the stuff for the dump packed into the back of the car with a little help from me and drove off with it. There was just too much for us to be able to shred and compost in our own garden. It is a trip of over fifteen miles to the dump and every time we have to take garden waste to it, I feel disappointed that we couldn’t get a local community composting site for garden waste set up here although we tried hard for three years.
I didn’t go with her as the dump is very well run and there is always someone on hand to help with unloading. This was lucky, because I was hit by a tremendous surge of tiredness and had to rest for a while before I perked up again. I was going to pass the time by watching the Tour de France when I remembered that it was a rest day for the riders. I followed suit and had a little nap in my chair.
Mrs Tootlepedal returned after a while and pausing only for a brief cup of tea, shot out into the garden and set to work once more. I pottered about in her wake, taking some pictures as I went.
There are some fine plants along the fence bordering the vegetable garden.
I snatched a moment or two to watch the birds, although all the garden activity made it difficult at times.
Between us, Mrs Tootlepedal and I made a tasty curry for our tea and then Susan drove me to Carlisle for a meeting of our recorder group.
We are preparing for a guest appearance at a concert in September and we spent the evening playing potential pieces for performance, giving some the thumbs up and some the thumbs down. We chose more than enough material for the time we need and I will have to make myself find time to practise it over the next few weeks.
A chaffinch appears as flying bird of the day.