Today’s guest picture was sent to me by Venetia and shows a green woodpecker visiting a hornbeam in her garden. DShe says that it made a tremendous amount of noise.
I was very good though and spent the first hour after breakfast putting a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database. This post finished off 1890 and it is always a great moment when another year is tucked away.
Luckily Dropscone was on hand with freshly made scones to go with a cup of coffee (or two) when I had finished. Fortified by this, I went out on the fairly speedy bike to test my creaky knee.
I did walk round the garden first though.
I put the camera away and got started. It was a wonderful day for cycling….
Sensibly I slowed down a bit as I got onto the gently uphill section back to Langholm and this gave me a moment to enjoy the wild flowers in the verges.
I got home in very good order and after a light lunch, set about some garden tasks. I mowed lawns and I sieved compost and felt very virtuous. So virtuous in fact that I had to sit down in an easy chair to recover.
Mrs Tootlepedal got back safely from Edinburgh, having had an enjoyable visit to Matilda.
It was Summer Fair today in Langholm, the eve of our annual Common Riding and it is celebrated with music so after tea, Mrs Tootlepedal and I walked up to the High Street and joined the crowd in the Market Place who were listening to the Langholm Town Band playing a programme.
After the band finished, we walked back home but I was soon out again to watch the Flute Band march round the town. The flute band meets the last train of the day into Langholm, greets returning emigrants and then leads them through the streets. The fact that the last train arrived in Langholm nearly half a century ago doesn’t make any difference. They still go to meet it.
…and even more people following along behind it.
Shortly after the Flute band had passed by, the Langholm Pipe Band also marched through the streets of the New Town.
It is one of the best things about the Common Riding and its proceedings that the streets of the town, for short time at least, are reclaimed by its inhabitants from the grip of the motor car.
Although my camera makes it look as though it was still quite light, a full moon was looking down benignly from the sky above the town as the bands went by.
I did look at the birds in the garden from time to time and the sparrows were as hungry as ever…