Today’s guest picture shows a fine iron bridge over the Regent’s Canal in London. My sister Mary took it as she strolled along the tow-path a week ago.
After a succession of rather grey mornings, we had a beautiful sunny day today and when Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing in the church choir, I should have taken advantage of the weather by going for a bicycle ride. I should have but I didn’t as my legs were sulking.
Instead I spent a morning of creative lounging – sitting in several different chairs, wandering about the garden in several different directions and eating several slices of toast with different toppings. This, added to some dead heading and a little compost turning, filled the morning very nicely.
The dead heading can be a bit tedious but it is worthwhile and there are many colourful corners in the garden which have kept going very satisfactorily as a result.
The marigolds have done really well and don’t seem to have minded the absence of rain for the last few weeks.
Others just keep on going.
Mrs Tootlepedal’s packet of sunflower seeds is turning the heads of passers by as they grow taller and taller.
This was my favourite today.
They didn’t chase each other off so I take it that they must be family.
The hedgerows and verges are full of berries and seeds at the moment and this is saving me money as the stream of visitors to the bird feeders has slowed to a trickle.
There is a much greater supply of smaller flying objects though.
I got mildly excited with my new lens.
The pollen on the poppies seems to be right at the base of the petals and I can often see bees swimming round what I think are the pistils and doing the side-stroke to get at it.
The new lens is rather addictive and I spend a lot of time bent over double with my nose near to my knees.
In the afternoon we combined shopping for much needed supplies of fish and cheese with a Carlisle Community Choir practice. Our usual musical director was not there but he had organised an excellent substitute and we had an enjoyable and useful two hours under her direction. It was slightly embarrassing at times as there were one or two exposed – and high – tenor solos to be got through but we did our best.
We gave fellow choir member Jeremy a lift down and he told us that he is doing a 170 mile coastal cycle ride with friends from Newcastle to Edinburgh next weekend, taking three days. We are keeping our fingers crossed that the good weather holds for him.
By the the time that we got home, the light was going and we went in to cook our tea and slump in front of the telly for some undemanding Sunday evening TV programming to let us wind down at the end of an eventful and exciting week.
The flying chaffinch of the day shows us its full wingspan.