A step too far

Today’s guest pictures comes from Bruce who lives near the fire station.  He is certainly not going in theeere.

fire station

I started off on the morning run with Dropscone but had to stop almost before we had started because of an ominous grating sound coming from my back wheel.  When a preliminary investigation failed to locate the source, Dropscone went on his way solo as he was under time pressure being due on the golf course at eleven o’clock.

I took the back wheel off and found that the clamp for my broken (and removed) mudguard was the source of the squeak.  A quick squeeze sorted that out and the wheel went back on.  Then it was off up the road in pursuit of Dropscone.  I wasn’t expecting to catch him up although I knew that he was taking it easy but a glimpse of his red top half a mile ahead as I started to climb the hill at Callister drove me on.  Foolishly I let my competitive instinct overcome what little sense I have and I had nearly got up with him by the time he turned for home at Waterbeck.

Although we cycled back at a sensible speed, the outward effort proved too much and when I got off the bike in the garden, I could hardly walk.

My trapped nerve in my hip was the culprit.

Sandy arrived on his bike and after a cup of coffee, I pedalled gently up to the bird feeders with him in the hope that I could ease off the joint.  As long as I was on my bike, all was well but sitting down watching the birds was literally a pain so we didn’t stop long.  I had a look at some wild flowers…

Some sharp and some sweet
Some with added insects

…before Sandy continued on the ten mile trip round Whita and I free-wheeled down the hill to Skippers Bridge….


River esk at Skippers

…which was looking very peaceful in the sunshine.

Once home, I spent the rest of the day trying to find a way of sitting down that didn’t hurt.  I wasn’t very successful so this post will be quite brief.

In general, walking around very slowly and groaning theatrically was the most satisfying thing to do so I did have some opportunity to look at the flowers, which always refreshes the spirits.

shirley poppies
Mrs Tootlepedal’s mixed packet of Shirley poppies are turning out to be all red so far.
The Fuchsia on the back wall is dripping with flowers.
The mixed packet of nasturtiums are more mixed
The mixed packet of nasturtiums are more mixed than the poppies

By managing to fidget from position to position, I stayed seated for long enough to watch the second half of another interesting stage of the Tour de France and we were joined by Mike Tinker for the last few kilometres.  Mrs Tootlepedal had managed to banjax our strimmer by accidentally including some hidden wire in the strimmings and Mike kindly offered us his old strimmer as a substitute.

While Mrs Tootlepedal went off to get this, I made a feeble but successful effort at picking some of our gooseberries and stewed and puréed them later in the evening.

Although we had several visits actually into the sitting room of coloured butterflies, I could only find white ones in the garden when I went out butterfly hunting.

white butterfly

As the sun sank downwards, it didn’t seem to get any cooler and the thermometer was still showing 25°C when I had a last look at the flowers for the day.

Japanese anemone
The first Japanese anemone
A cosmos enjoying the sun

Our granddaughter Matilda is coming to visit us tomorrow so I thought that this was a good time to show the last rose on the Special Grandma bush.

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I am hoping that somewhere before tomorrow morning, I can find that magic position which will relax the muscles that are giving me the trouble and I will be pain free again.  It doesn’t usually take long to shift even if it is really annoying when it is there.

In the evening, my cello playing friend Mike came round to look at some photos of paintings which he had asked me to take.  After examining them, he decided that the ones he had taken with his own camera were better than mine and went away again.  He was quite right but as his were taken outside in good light and he had asked me to take mine in his front room in the evening under a rather dim light bulb, this didn’t come as a big surprise to me.

I did stay long enough at the bird feeders this morning to catch a flying chaffinch.

flying chaffinch


Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

27 thoughts on “A step too far

  1. That’s a great shot of the bridge and I love that anemone. I’ve had a bad back for years and I know what you mean about not being able to find a comfortable position. It can take a lot out of you. I hope it fixes itself soon.

  2. That photo of Skippers Bridge is stunning. I had no idea of a flower called Japanese anemone, but I’ve mispronounced that word for so long that I continue to think it’s misspelled! When I used for my article, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. If you get a chance, I’m wondering if you could snap a photo of the gooseberry bush. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one! Hope your hip eased up. ~SueBee

  3. Sorry that your hip is bothering you again, I hope it’s back to normal soon! If it helps ease the pain any, the photos were great, I especially liked the bridge and river.

  4. Sorry your competitive nature has led to such a problem with your hip and hope, like all your readers, you find a solution soon. I loved the fuchsia as always and the landscapes were delightful.

  5. Hope you are pain free today and that the hip is feeling better. Skipper’s Bridge is a magnificent structure and your photo was really good! Have a wonderful day with Matilda.

  6. Who could resist chasing after quarry like that? I too would have succumbed to the competitive spirit. Hope you’re back ship shape in no time.

  7. Lovely photos but a shame your fast riding has upset your hip. Commando has had something similar recently and our daughter in law, who is a qualified masseuse, says the problem starts in the lower back. I’ve been massaging this and he does say it feels a little better. He has also been doing some back strengthening stretches which seem to help.

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