Today’s guest picture, sent to me by her mother, shows the world’s greatest baby enjoying a very short nap the other day.
As is customary on a Friday. Mrs Tootlepedal went off to Edinburgh to visit the world’s greatest baby and I was left to my own devices. There was a little early morning rain and I waited until it had almost finished before setting out on the speedy bike for a short ride.
I had my rain jacket and peaked helmet on and the rain, seeing that I was well prepared, soon gave up and went off to annoy someone else.
The ride was along familiar roads and was photograph free because getting on and off the bike to take pictures is still a big pain and I am trying to keep going at as steady a pace as possible. I managed 16 miles at a modest but respectable pace without making my hip feel worse and I hope to get back to doing some more substantial distances soon.
I had a walk/hobble round the garden when I got back and noticed a blackbird having a drink from the green house gutter.
However, only a few feet away and eschewing colourful flowers for plain green foliage, I was pleased to see a red admiral butterfly enjoying a hint of sunshine..
I made myself some lunch (potato soup and sour dough bread), looked out of the window at a lone greenfinch on the feeder…
The council have really gone to town on begonias and the bank opposite my wind was a feast of colour.
I had a single visitor, a lady from Canada, but she was in chatty mood and together with a good crossword puzzle helped pass the time until I was ready to lock up and go down to the Kilngreen to buy an ice cream from the van and visit Mr Grumpy.
By now, it was a lovely afternoon and the ducks were snoozing in the sunshine.
It was true and I spent some happy time trying to get some photos to prove it. I would have taken more but I kept on being jostled by butterflies eager to get to the buddleia.
I am going to have to encourage Mrs Tootlepedal to grow a buddleia. She is not very fond of them as flowers but they do attract butterflies.
As a bonus, I got offered a nice cup of tea and a look at Mike and Alison exhaustive book of British Insects. As always, there is a lot to learn.
After a last look at the butterflies….
I could hear a strange buzzing noise outside and it turned out to be one of these new drones that you can buy.
It was flying over a garden in the next street along. I can foresee quite a bit of trouble with these things if they become common. They are very noisy and they must seem intrusive if they are flying near your home.
While my mince was resting in the pan, Sandy appeared and we went down to Canonbie to put our entries in for tomorrow’s Canonbie Flower Show. I have entered one of Mrs Tootlepedal’s pictures of Matilda, the world’s greatest baby, which I think has got a better chance of winning a prize than any of mine.
The mince, which was enhanced by one of the last turnips from the garden, tasted all the better for its rest when I got back and I was well sustained when Mike and Alison appeared. Alison and I started work on an new sonata by Daniel Purcell and it went very well and will certainly be worth playing again. Mrs Tootlepedal meanwhile returned from Edinburgh to join Mike in watching the European Athletic championships.
There has been some very enjoyable sport to watch over the summer but the football season starts in earnest tomorrow and that means that things will go downhill.
In among all the butterflies, the flying chaffinch of the day looks positively dowdy.