Today’s guest picture shows a bridge over the Trent and Mersey Canal crossed by my brother Andrew on a recent visit to Stoke-on-Trent on a rainy day.
We had a better day today as far as the weather went. The sun was not in evidence but neither was the wind, with the result that it felt warmer. If my knee had been in better condition, this would have been an ideal day for a long pedal but as it was, I was happy to wait around in the garden….
Dropscone was especially welcome as he has been off officiating at the Scottish Boys Golf Championships and there has been a scone drought at Wauchope Cottage as a result. On the down side, he had run out of treacle so, although it was Friday, treacle scone day, we had to make do with his plain scones. We bore it bravely.
We were joined for coffee by our neighbour Liz, who was over on a gooseberry picking visit. Luckily we had some Glastonbury cake for her, courtesy of Venetia, so Dropscone and I didn’t have to limit our normal scone consumption.
After coffee, I mowed the drying green and the front lawn and did a little helping in the garden. Not wanting to do too much and set my knee back, I left Mrs Tootlepedal slaving away and went inside to do the crossword.
But not before is had taken a picture or two.
After lunch I was determined to test the knee on a short cycle ride but was delayed for two hours by the necessity of watching the Tour de France, which is at an exciting stage. However, I did manage to tear myself away and set off up the Wauchope road with Pockertcam at the ready.
Unfortunately, the council had been up there before me….
I finally arrived at Wauchope School where I was able to enjoy the roses in the hedge….
I stopped on the way back to look at an alder. It seemed strangely coloured…
I got home in time to see the finish of the stage and all seems set for an exciting day tomorrow.
I looked out of the back door…
…and then Mrs Tootlepedal went out to do a little more gardening and I took out my camera.
Then I persuaded Mrs Tootlepedal that a drive up to the Moorland feeders might be interesting. In the event, she saw not a single bird on the moor while I had a very quiet time in the hide, seeing only an odd chaffinch or two coming near and a lonely woodpecker which kept its distance.
On my way back to the car, a quick look at the wild flowers near the hide revealed a very busy plant indeed.
We had a last wander round the garden when we got home and then it was time for tea. I had pulled up a couple of good looking turnips from the veg patch before we had gone up to the feeder and put them in a casserole with some lamb from our local producers market. With some of our own broad beans and new potatoes on the side, it made for a very tasty meal.
A full day was rounded off by a visit from Mike and Alison. Alison and I played a selection of sonatas and divisions with great enjoyment and even some moments when the composers might have recognised their works.
The flying bird of the day is a sparrow.