Today’s guest picture comes from my Somerset correspondent, Venetia. She visited Ham Quarry on a geological outing and was delighted to see that wild flowers survived among the stone.
I am finding it hard to leap out of bed at the crack of dawn these days, partly because of old age no doubt and partly because the weather is not helping my asthma very much and I am a little tired so I missed a golden opportunity to make the most of a beautiful early morning by going for a good, long bike ride.
In the end, after a late breakfast and getting a few things done that needing doing, I got out for a short, slow cycle ride when Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing with the church choir. The sun was still out when I set off and my spirits were lifted by some lovely dog roses beside the road.
Many questions arise as I look at the verges. One today was why do some plants do well on some short sections of the verge and appear much less frequently or not at all in others? Just near the top of the hill, I came across a stretch of fifty yards or so which was entirely given over to this plant.
On my way back, I made the short diversion from Wauchope Schoolhouse up to Cleuchfoot just to enjoy the splendid new surface on this stretch of road. If there is a bit of road with a smooth surface, it seems silly not to pedal along it even if it goes nowhere.
Mrs Tootlepedal and I got home almost simultaneously and after a quick cup of coffee, we put all the exhibition pictures in the car and drove up to Eskdalemuir. To my surprise, we managed to find a home for all but two of the submitted pictures by making full use of the windowsill space.
We were very impressed by the large solar panel set up that The Hub has outside its back door.
We had a bite of ,lunch at The Hub and then drove back south, stopping briefly at home before going on to Carlisle to meet out daughter Annie at the station. She is coming to spend a dew days with us.
I had enough time to take a walk round the garden. My sense of smell is not brilliant but so strong are the scents from many flowers that even I notice them. The honeysuckle is one of the main culprits.
Three new roses have joined us. The Queen of Denmark has arrived….…unfortunately invaded by a lot of little flies committing the crime of lèse-majesté. She has been joined by the Wren, named after the women’s naval service….
There were occasional birds to be seen.
This gave me a chance to be a train spotter.
Both Annie, as she went though Lancaster and we, as we left Langholm to meet the train, had run through torrential downpours but neither shower had lasted for very long and we drove home bathed in sunshine. At 20 degrees C, we though it was quite a warm evening but since Annie has been living with temperatures in the mid thirties in London, she found it pleasantly cool.
I had bought a rolled shoulder of lamb at the producers’ market yesterday and Mrs Tootlepedal roasted it perfectly tonight and we enjoyed it for our tea along with some new potatoes which Annie had brought up from her small allotment.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch flying with its hands behind its back.