Today’s guest picture comes from Venetia who is back in England and went to visit an enormous limestone quarry with a geological interest group. Her picture shows the Torr Works (after a Mr. Torr, nothing to do with Glastonbury) in the east Mendips. It is a Carboniferous limestone quarry.
We finally got a summer day today, complete with fluffy clouds, light winds and some genuine (but not excessive) warmth. After long discussion with my knees, I decided that a day of light exercise not on a bicycle was the best idea and I started it by sawing some logs.
Dropscone has recently taken advantage of the arrival of his oldest son for a family gathering to get him to cut down a small sycamore tree that was getting too big for his garden. Somehow, the tree, only partially sliced up, had arrived in our garden and I am going to turn it into logs for our new stove. The major length of trunk was about six foot long and nine inches in diameter and although this is nothing to a man with a chain saw, it was quite a task for me with a rather blunt bow saw so I took it in stages throughout the day. (The sawing of a log doesn’t take too long but the sitting down and recovering is a lengthy business.)
My first break was for a walk round the garden.
My next break was for coffee and scones with Dropscone and Sandy. Dropscone had been round his favourite morning cycle ride but had been much hampered by the council’s current enthusiasm for covering the back roads with gravel.
After coffee, I went with Sandy for one of our favourite walks along the banks of the river from Hagg on Esk to Irvine House and back. We use a fisherman’s path which has some useful aids along the way.
…or perched too far away for a good shot.
There were plenty of other things though to keep the eye entertained as we walked along. There were too many wild flowers to record even a fraction of them. I don’t know what this one is, but there were a lot of them along the way, growing to three or four foot in height.
There were arty grass opportunities…
We sat on a bench beside the river and Sandy remarked that it seemed like an idyllic spot.
After a last look down the river…
In her absence, I had a light lunch and sawed the rest of the main trunk into logs. I interspersed the sawing with some light mowing and compost turning. It was so warm that I had to take my jumper off. In fact, it was such a nice day that every time that I went into the house for a little sit down, I was forced to come back outside almost immediately just to enjoy the warmth again.
Both Mrs Tootlepedal and the starling family…
In the evening, I met up with Sandy again and we went to the Archive Centre as usual on a Thursday and while he got to grips with setting up a refurbished computer, I put a couple of weeks of the newspaper index into the database.
It was such a relief to get a decent day today that I nearly didn’t look at the forecast in case it depressed me. Unfortunately, I did look at it and it did depress me. After another reasonable day, we are back to low temperatures and very strong winds at the weekend,. Ah well, summer was good while it lasted.
On our river bank walk, we went very close to a dipper’s nest in a hole in a small cliff next to the path and as we passed going up river, a dipper shot out of the nest just above my head, giving me quite a shock. As we came back down river, it did the same to Sandy. The flying bird of the day is a snatched glimpse of this shocking bird on its way to the nest site.