Today’s guest picture shows the world’s greatest baby looking amazed at what fun it is to have an aunt to bounce on.
I took advantage of a perfect cycling day to nip out for an out and back 50km pedal I (I think that sounds more impressive than a 32 mile pedal) while Mrs Tootlepedal was warbling in the church choir. It was 15°C, dry but overcast and with a light wind, not conditions that we commonly associate with the autumn equinox period when equinoctial gales and heavy rain are our usual fare.
I pedalled south down the main road as traffic is very light on a Sunday. My only excitement was being passed by a string of thirty motorcyclists at one point. The light wind was blowing from the south which meant that I was able to come back faster than I went out which is always morale boosting.
I got back from cycling and Mrs Tootlepedal returned from her church choir at more or less the same time. We took a walk round the garden.
The day had brightened up a bit and the flowers were attracting insects.
The macro lens shows that there is a good variety of hoverflies even in one garden.
Two long flowering plants are still providing colour.
Crown Princess Margareta was looking very regal.
We had a coffee and Mrs Tootlepedal went out to slave in the garden, continuing her grand plan of soil improvement while I picked some raspberries. Our autumn fruiting rasps are loving the weather and I am having a really hard time eating them all…
Then while Mrs Tootlepedal slaved on, I went off to lie in a relaxing bath.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal retired for a quick snooze and I wandered around the garden again. The sun had come out and The Wren looked so lovely that I took another picture of it.
Owing to a slight miscalculation with my camera settings, I took a rather moodier set of pictures of the astrantia than I meant to but they came out so well (in my opinion at least) that I have put two of them in here because I couldn’t choose between them.
Then it was time to go off to Carlisle to sing with our choir there. Our musical director was back and we had an excellent practice. He is very good at pushing us as far as we can go without making us hate either him or singing and he was trying to get us to sing perfectly in tune today. This may be a step too far but we are giving it our best shot, At least we have made that important first step of realising that we may not be singing in tune even if we think we are.
The nights are drawing in and there was no time for more adventures once we got home. Feeling that two hours cycling and two hours singing deserved a reward, I treated myself to a large poke of chips and a tub of curry sauce from our local chop shop for my tea while Mrs Tootlepedal nibbled on a salad leaf or two.
We rounded off a good day by watching the highlights of the final singles matches of the Ryder Cup (a golf competition between Europe and the USA for those who don’t recognise the name). It was played in Scotland which made it more than usually interesting for us.
The birds were still conspicuous by their absence today and I had no chance to catch a flying bird so a perching blue tit will have to stand in.