Today’s guest pictures were sent to me by my friend Liz. She had been to see one of her daughters enjoying, if that is the word, a Tough Mudder at Drumlanrig. At the end competitors were asked to donate their trainers though the reason for this remained obscure. I have combined her pictures into one.
Because the proposed bird ringing at which I was going to take pictures had been cancelled because of forecast rain, it was a bit annoying to get up and find that the sun was shining. However the forecasters had got it right and all through the morning, the sunshine was interspersed with showers, some of them very heavy. It was hard to make a plan as the weather veered so wildly from fine to wet in quick succession.
I retreated inside and put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Database while Mrs Tootlepedal was off singing in the church choir and when she came back, I darted out into the garden between showers.
I spend quite a lot of the day watching Andy Murray play and win two tennis matches at Queens which was a double treat but I did find a little time to stare out of the kitchen window.
In the afternoon we were visited by Mike Tinker, who is just back from holiday in Wales. He got into a discussion with Mrs Tootlepedal as to whether we had misidentified the glorious fields of flowers that we saw on our recent bike ride to Dalston as Sweet Rocket when they should have been Dames’ Violets. After some thumbing through flower books and visits to the internet, it was finally established that Dames’ Violets and Sweet Rocket are the same flower. Life is hard.
In general Mike, is Langholm’s answer to Google but without the annoying ads.
The weather seemed to have settled down when he left so after a last look round the garden…
I got my bike gear on and took the fairly speedy bike out of the garage.
I wasn’t feeling mentally up for a ride at all but I thought that I should go and to my surprise, my legs were very enthusiastic about the whole thing right from the start and I had to rush to keep up with them. I had in mind to do three gentle laps of the sheltered run up to Wauchope Schoolhouse and back and I felt quite sure that my legs would get fed up with trying long before the end of the first lap. Even if my legs lasted, I was confident that my breathing would soon run out of puff and then I would be able to slow down. To my annoyance, my legs kept working and my breathing raised no objection and I had to work hard for the whole twenty miles. It was great fun.
I even managed quite a good speed though I should add that to a proper cyclist observing me pedalling along, it would be hard to distinguish between me going at a good speed and a tortoise having a nap.
With the temperature recently hovering about 13 to 15 degrees C, with constant cloud and wind and only occasional sunshine, it is difficult to realise that this was midsummer day and that we are going downhill as far as the light goes from now on. It is not as though the weather has been really bad on the whole, it just hasn’t been any good bar an odd week here and there.
Still, there are usually flying birds to cheer me up and as it is the longest day. I am putting two in today.