Today’s guest picture is another from my brother’s recent trip to Huntingdon and shows the old bridge across the River Ouse there.
My cycling mileage for July has been negligible so my plan was to take advantage of a reasonable forecast for the morning and the fact that I had nothing on my calendar to distract me by actually going for a pedal. Not all my plans come to fruition but this one did and though I didn’t go as far as I would have liked, I did get out and stretch the legs.
I curtailed my mileage ambitions for three reasons, a regrettably late start, slightly creaking knees and a brisk wind. I am still recovering from falling into the hole and although I am pain free, there remains a little ankle swelling and knee creaking and I am anxious not to overdo things and set myself back.
As a result, I pedalled gently round a 35 mile circle, avoiding any big hills and not stopping and starting to take photos. In fact I only stopped once. That was at Gretna Green where in times past, I have often eaten a banana on a bench in a little grassy space opposite the Old Blacksmith’s Shop with a handy litter bin for the banana skin placed just beside the bench. Progress has changed all that. What was once a little green patch is now this….
…impressive but a little chilly and less welcoming. I suspect that it is intended to be a place where just marrieds may pose for photographs. Still, I sat there and ate a banana like old times, though I had to walk across the road to find a litter bin.
The run home from Gretna was greatly assisted by having the wind at my back.
Mrs Tootlepedal had been hard at work in the garden while I was out and I walked round when I got home.
This rose was given to Mrs Tootlepedal by a friend when Matilda was born and seeing it today reminded me that we had seen Matilda walking freely when we visited her on Wednesday. Bearing that in mind, she has now been officially upgraded from the WGSP (World’s Greatest Small Person) to WGT (World’s Greatest Toddler) and will be referred to as such in future posts.
Looking at flowers with a camera has given me a sense of wonder about their reproductive machinery and how widely varied it is from flower to flower.
After a late lunch, I took a look at the middle lawn. I was intending to mow it but it looked to be a bit short of nourishment so I spent some time watering in some encouragement instead. The packet promises me a greener lawn in days. I wait with baited breath but as our brief spell of warm weather seems to be over for the next few days at least, I am not sure that a little fertilizer will be enough to perk it up.
It got gloomier and windier as the day went on and I was glad that I had got my cycling done in time. I went inside to watch the real cyclists showing how it should be done in the Tour de France.
While we were watching, we were visited by Mike Tinker, his daughter and her husband and their two children, William and Sara. Elizabeth is a professional gardener and had brought some cardoons for Mrs Tootlepedal’s garden. I have no idea what a cardoon is and look forward to finding out.
I had another walk round the garden after the stage finished. New delights were to be seen.
I took a stroll round the back of the house.
I was very pleased to see that the Fuchsia on the back wall has recovered from been attacked by the late frost and is covered in flowers.
When I came back in, I was drawn to the delphiniums. Even in the gloomy light with a hint of rain in the air, they looked good, each one a slightly different colour than the one next to it (or so it seemed to me).
The birds continue to turn their back on the feeder and once again I didn’t see a single flying bird there today. A sparrow symbolically turning its back on me is the nearest I could get to a flying bird today.