Today’s guest picture was sent to me by Dropscone, who was at Wembley Stadium on Sunday to watch a game of American Football. I must say that I thought that American footballers would look a little fiercer than this but what do I know?
Dropscone had got back safely from his London adventure by today and turned up after breakfast ready for the morning run. He was on his slower bike as he hadn’t had time to mend his recent puncture. It turned out that a thorn had gone through the tyre in two places. I was quite pleased at the appearance of the slower bike as I was feeling a little leg weary but we got round in quite a good time anyway.
There were two slight downsides to the ride. The first was a cloud of small flies that we had to battle through near Waterbeck and the second was that it rained gently on us as we neared home. We survived.
The minister, with his unerring sense of timing, appeared bang on schedule for a cup of coffee and a scone. He was hoping that I would be able to go to Lanercost with him tomorrow but I have another engagement and had to decline. As this would have been another 50 mile ride, my legs were secretly quite pleased.
After Dropscone and the minister had wended their ways home, I had a quick walk round the garden. The nasturtiums were looking very fine.
Then I made some lentil and carrot soup for my lunch and relaxed over the crossword puzzle.
A few birds returned to the feeder but not in any great numbers. There was a small bunch of goldfinches at one time…
Sitting sparrows were an easier target but the light was not helpful.
The afternoon got progressively gloomier and rain was always threatening so I gave the raspberry bushes a good picking and went inside to make 5 lbs of raspberry jam. I am now banned from making any more jam of any sort as we have enough to last us for a year (or more).
Mrs Tootlepedal was outside grappling with the unwelcome appearance of some honey fungus on a viburnum which had to be dug up and disposed of. This is not the sort of thing that you want to have in your garden at all so prompt action was required.
Altogether, it was not a good day for taking pictures and a slightly downbeat end to a wonderful month of weather in September.
In the evening, Susan drove me to Carlisle where we enjoyed some good recorder playing with our group.
Though it wasn’t the most exciting of days, any day with a pedal, some lawn care and a tootle must go down on the credit side of the ledger even if a rather cloudy goldfinch was the best that I could do for a flying bird of the day.