Today’s guest picture shows a most unusual gardener who was at work in Regent’s Park as my sister Mary walked by.
My day started with double fun at the health centre where a novice vampire took a little blood from me and a kindly lady stabbed me in the shoulder. With my blood test complete and my flu jab administered, I was able to face the rest of the day with equanimity.
When I got home ready for my breakfast, I found Scott, the minister there, dressed in fashionable black cycling gear and hoping for some company for a cycle run. I didn’t think it wise to take exercise before I was certain that my flu jab wouldn’t react so he left for a solo excursion.
I was just about to do something (I can’t remember what but it would have been very exciting I am sure) when my mobile rang. It was Sandy calling to say that his car had given up the ghost at the Moorland bird feeders and asking if I could come and rescue him. When I arrived, we discovered that curious strands of what looked like horsehair were coming out of his exhaust pipe and we diagnosed silencer problems. I took him home and he arranged for his car to be collected by the local garage.
I was just back and walking round the garden, when the minister returned from his cycle ride in time for coffee. He had got a puncture yesterday from riding along a lane where the hawthorn hedge had been recently cut but he had not had a puncture today so he was very cheerful.
When he left, I went out into the garden again. I am receiving cognitive therapy treatment which will hopefully stop me instinctively taking a picture every time I see a Shirley poppy but it is not working yet.
While we were at work on the hedge, our neighbour Liz was trimming a tree.
Beneath her tree and on the banks of the dam, there are some seriously big mushrooms.
Further along the dam, behind our house, the potentillas are reaching the end of their flowering season at last but the fuchsia on the very end of the house is still flourishing.
By now, it was time for lunch and soon afterwards, Sandy arrived on his bike and we went off for a short ride. I was a bit tired from yesterday and we had both had flu jabs in the morning so we settled on a fourteen mile gentle route.
I stopped from time to time to take a photo. I am still trying to master monochrome so I looked out for single trees with good contrasting backgrounds.
Just after we passed the bracken, we came to the junction where we should have turned for home. “Let’s go the other way,” said Sandy, adding another two miles to our distance. I felt quite perky so off we went. When we got to the next junction where we might have turned for home, a voice was heard. “Let’s go the other way,” said Sandy adding a couple more miles to our trip. Off we went again and with Sandy in full flow, we were about to add another couple of miles, when we came across a tractor with a hedge clipper attachment. The road was covered in thorns so we instantly stopped and turned back.
“We could go down here and back along the main road,” said Sandy. “Let’s go the other way,” I said and we added another couple of miles including two quite stiff climbs to our jaunt and ended up doing an easy 14 mile journey that took us 23 hilly miles to complete.
We had a nice cup of tea and two biscuits when we got home. It was a beautiful day and the wind wasn’t as strong as had been forecast so we had enjoyed ourselves and the views as we went round the ever increasing circle.
When Sandy left, I had another stroll round the garden.
In the evening, Sandy and I went to the Archive Centre and Sandy scanned some interesting pictures which a local man had helpfully brought in and then helped me finish putting two more weeks of the newspaper index into the database. All this took so long that we didn’t have time for our weekly refreshment.
When I got home, a half moon was just sinking behind a strip of cloud and I had a quick shot at it. Although the result is far from perfect, I thought that it made a striking image.