Today’s guest picture was sent to me by my friend Bruce who seems to have popped up in Spain. He had an excursion today to the monastery at Montserrat and found a statue there of interest. He claims that its eyes followed him about wherever he went. Look closely at the triptych which he took and you can see what he means.
I didn’t need to be followed anywhere this morning as I stayed firmly at home doing nothing more exciting than making some slow cooked lamb stew and a pot of coffee. Sandy joined us for coffee on his way home from a fifteen mile cycle ride which put me to shame.
Mrs Tootlepedal was hard at work doing preparatory work for the final decoration of the downstairs room and I lent a small hand from time to time.
I did take a walk round the garden. I found two small tortoiseshell butterflies trapped in a spider’s web in the garage and Mrs Tootlepedal came with her delicate fingers and freed them. We were worried that they might be fatally injured but after a little basking in the sun…
New flowers are to be seen.
The tadpoles are beginning to roam free in the pond.
Spurred into action by a sardine sandwich for lunch, I put on my walking shoes and walked up to the top of Timpen, a 1000 ft summit behind our house. I had my cameras with me but I was more interested in walking than shooting so I took my walking poles along and hardly stopped until I had made it to the top of the hill.
Two brief photo ops detained me on my way up.
There is a trig point with a bench mark on the summit….
The numbers do not refer to the height above sea level which is 1069 ft. Another benchmark near our house in the town is at a height of 269 ft and this shows that I had climbed exactly 800 ft, as my route had not involved any loss of height.
It was another hazy day but I took a couple of shots from the top of the hill.
The light was very variable but every now and again, a bit of sunlight penetrated the haze and lit up a view.
When I got home, Mrs Tootlepedal had reached a natural hiatus in her decorating tasks so we went for a nine and a half mile cycle ride up and down the Wauchope road in the the warm early evening sunshine. The trees at the school are retreating ever further along the banks of the river.
We turned for home at Westwater and had a quick look at the massive wooden circular construction there which will be used for a falconry centre there. You can see a picture of it at the end of Gavin’s latest blog.
When we got home, Mrs Tootlepedal washed one of a pair of big velvet curtains from the front room in a large tub and I helped her to hang it out. I question whether it will ever dry out but we can but hope.
I took a picture of a euphorbia before I went back in.
The lamb stew turned out very well after my gravy chef had worked her magic and provided us with a good meal. As I was feeling inexplicably snoozy, the rest of the evening saw no action of note at all.
Bird action was very limited in the garden during the day but as I was waiting for the stew, I did see a late flying chaffinch.