Today’s guest picture comes from the camera of Mrs Tootlepedal and shows that Matilda, as well as being the world’s greatest baby, has tremendous colour sense.
My day started in helter skelter mode as both the Scott, the minister, and Dropscone appeared for the morning pedal. It proved hard for the peleton to keep together on the road to Gair and back with constant breakaways forming and being brought back. We had finally managed to get organised as we approached Langholm when the minister, in what I can only describe as a very unchristian manner, left Dropscone and me for dead as he sprinted for home.
Still, the result of all this activity was an excellent time for a hilly ride and a fine appetite for Dropscone’s girdle scones ( with plum jam in one case). As both Dropscone and Scott took away some plums with them, it was a very satisfactory morning.
After all this excitement, I had a gentle wander round the garden admiring both the many clematis plants which are still in flower…
We are in the Michaelmas daisy season and we have some but they are not very impressive this year.
After lunch, Sandy came round and he and Mrs Tootlepedal and I took a drive round the Eskdale Prehistoric Trail. We only visited two of the sites, both hill top forts. Our first stop was at Bailliehill.
There is not much to see at the fort, apart from a defensive ditch or two…
I had my phone with me and it likes this sort of bright day.
I had pocketcam with me too.
We walked back down the hill to the car and drove on a short way until we came to the next fort on the ridge at Castle O’er.
A helpful sign showed what we might have seen about 1500 years ago.
The walk back to the car was enjoyable in itself with many wild flowers, bugs, mosses and heathers to please the eye. The mosses were particularly colourful.
There is not much to see in the way of archaeology or structures at the hill top fort sites which we visited but they are in such commanding places that it is not hard to feel the history there and imagine waiting and watching for possible enemies to arrive below.
In the evening, Susan and I went to Carlisle for the penultimate practice with our recorder group for our concert appearance on Saturday. At the end of the practice we played a new piece and it was very heartening to find that it didn’t sound nearly as good as the pieces we have been working on. It made us feel that our work over recent weeks has paid off.
The flying bird of the day is a distant buzzard seen from Bailliehill Fort.