Today’s guest picture was very kindly sent to me from the USA by fellow blogger Amy Corron who knows that I like rabbits. It shows a regualr visitor eating blueberries in her yard.
It was hard to believe that it was the middle of summer when we looked out of the window this morning. It was grey, cool and misty and the clouds were firmly jammed down on the top of our surrounding hills. Under the circumstances, I was in no hurry to get out on my bike and finally got going about ten o’clock. This limited my time as I had a dentist’s appointment straight after lunch.
Everything in the garden was wet.
As I had chickened out from pedalling in the rain yesterday, I thought that I had better harden up a bit today so I chose a more hilly route than usual. I modified the hardening process by riding a sedate pace.
There were wild flowers in their hundreds to be seen beside the road….
By way of a small diversion, I should point out that what the eye sees and what the camera sees may be entirely different. When I came over the last of the hills on my way out, pretty well all I could see was the Solway Firth, gleaming far below me, a great reward for the climbing that I had done. The camera, on the other hand, hardly noticed it at all, being much more interested in the dull green field in the foreground. There is no doubt that good landscape photography is an art.
After taking the picture, I had four miles of almost uninterrupted downhill in front of me but even a good but bumpy road surface couldn’t let me make full use of it, as it was on a single track road and I had to take care. It was lucky that I was careful because I met a large lorry taking up the whole road just round a corner and I was able to stop in plenty of time.
At the bottom of the hill, I took a moment to add to my collection of bridges…
…before heading back to Waterbeck, then over Callister and so home. Anyone interested can see the route here.
Mrs Tootlepedal had been busy in the garden while I was out and after lunch and a (painless) visit to the dentist, I joined her and we cut the hedge along the road. When we had finished, she kept going with the trimmer and fettled up her chicken….
Leaving Attila the Gardener to
destroy tidy things up in the garden, I went off to stretch my legs and see if I could find a bird that wasn’t a siskin.
I could, as my walk took me along the river bank and there was lots to see.
I crossed the Town Brig and walked onto the Kilngreen. Mr Grumpy wasn’t there today but a gull posed for me both on the ground and in the air.
I walked round the new path on the Castleholm and was surprised to see what I thought was a parakeet in a fir tree. I didn’t really believe that it was a parakeet because they don’t come this far north but it was curious. A closer examination revealed that it wasn’t a bird but an enormous green fir cone. There were more when I looked.
Thanks to our neighbour Liz finding one of these lying on a path in the park recently, I knew that I was looking at a Noble Fir. I have walked past these four trees often, thinking that they looked a bit out of the ordinary but never knowing what they were until today.
At the other end of the scale, a tiny flash of orange caught my eye on a log which has been fashioned into a bench.
The path was in full summer greenery.
One of the oyster catchers beside the river is the flying bird of the day.