No guest picture today but a garden puzzle instead. Mrs Tootlepedal and I thought that someone had thrown a bicycle tyre into the garden when we caught a glimpse of this but we were wrong. We know what it is now but can any gardening reader identify it?
The fine dry weather was still keeping the garden fairly free of birds which was a pity because the light was very good.
Since I had little to do, it was lucky that Dropscone came round with scones. He had already cycled round the morning run but he was even more pleased about a hole in one that he had scored in the winter golf competition on Saturday. This was not only satisfying in itself (and cheap, as there were only two people in the clubhouse when he got in) but also put in him the lead in the whole competition with only one more weekend to go.
I was planning on a gentle pedal in the afternoon but a terrific rattle alerted me to a sudden and violent hailstorm.
Interestingly, as soon as the shower was over, more birds than before came into the garden.
There was the first sign of cherry blossom in the park.
The hailstones had come down with such force that even the ground in the woods under the canopy was well covered. I was a bit worried about my footing but the hail seemed to have the interesting property of being ‘sticky’ rather than ‘slippery’ and I negotiated the narrow rough track through the Kernigal woods and then the broad forestry track with hardly a stumble.
The view on each side of the valley could hardly have been more contrasting.
I was able to apply the brakes to take yet another catkin portrait.
I made my way down to Skippers Bridge where I took the obligatory lichen shot…
In the evening, I drove Susan to Carlisle where we met at Heather’s to play recorders as our usual hostess, Jenny was off on a ploy. Heather is an excellent pianist so we took the opportunity to play some Bach duets with (electronic) harpsichord accompaniment. This was a rare treat.
The temperature dropped to below zero as we drove home and I fear for the future of our potential tadpoles in the pond.
The rain brought enough birds into the garden for me to get a traditional chaffinch as flying bird of the day.