Today’s guest picture from my Newcastle correspondent is another from the recent Latino celebration there. They don’t dress like this every day in Newcastle.
….in the hope that things might warm up a little, I set off for a relaxed pedal. Of course the down side of no wind is that you have to pedal all the time and never get those wonderful downwind miles when you think that you really might be proper cyclist. The other things is that rain showers don’t move over you so quickly and I had ten miles of light rain soon after I started in which to consider whether this was a good idea. All around me though, there were blue skies so I persevered.
Once again, I made up my route as I went along, listening to my legs at each decision point. They were in a fairly co-operative mood and I made my first stop on a motorway bridge near Lockerbie after 20 miles. I munched on an egg roll and a banana.
While I munched, I considered a selection of wild flowers in the verge at my feet.
From Lockerbie, I went back down to the coast at Annan, stopping to admire the River Annan from the bridge at Hoddom.
From Annan, I usually take the flat coast road back home but today I was in a more adventurous mood and climbed back up to Chapelcross before returning by Kirkpatrick Fleming. As a result I did a quite a bit more climbing in 53 miles today than I had done in 60 miles last week.
I took a back road down to KPF and was rewarded with some good verges.
When I got home, I had a cup of tea (courtesy of the gardener) and a snack before going out to mow the middle lawn. There is remarkably little growth in the grass yet but frequent mowing always does a lawn good and it is not looking too bad.
When I had put the mower away, I wandered round the garden with camera in hand. There is a good deal of colour about now. Some quite delicate….
…and some a bit more in your face.
Then it was time for a relaxing bath until my flute pupil Luke came. We had a good time playing a couple of new duets and Luke was in full concentrating mode so we made good progress.
I just had time for a slice or two of cold lamb before going off to do some singing and playing with Isabel. Mike wasn’t there this week so we had the opportunity to play some solo sonatas by Handel as well as trying to improve my singing a bit, an uphill task even for such an experienced teacher as Isabel.
The flying bird of the day is one of a pack of swifts that were circling high over the garden when I got back from playing with Isabel.