Today’s guest picture comes from Dropscone’s sister Liz. She saw this deadly nightshade on a visit to the Solway shore.
I got up reasonably early and went up to the Moorland Project bird feeders. I was filling in for fillers who were otherwise engaged. The feeders all needed refilling and after that was done, I settled down in the hide to see if the birds would be grateful. They were. This was good but less good was the fact the light was poorer than I had hoped. As usual though, I just snapped away regardless.
The feeders kept busy but there was a complete absence of any of the tit family, no blue tits, no great tits and no coal tits. They seem to have been badly affected by the poor weather at their breeding time.
The pheasants were wisely keeping a low profile and practising lurking in the undergrowth.
When I had packed the camera away, I was looking at an umbellifera near the hide to see if I could get a good picture of a red beetle on it. However when I put the photo to the computer in the evening, I thought that the flower itself was more interesting than the insect.
I had only gone half a mile up the road when it started to rain but I had a rain jacket and a cap in my back pocket so I put them on and pedalled on, hoping to come through the rain and out of the other side. After seven or eight miles, I did just that and for the rest of the trip, the weather was kind. It was a bit breezy and quite chilly but the breeze was behind me on my return and I had dried out by the time I got home.
Because of the gloomy weather, I hadn’t packed my camera but I had my phone with me and a patch of colour by the roadside brought me to to a halt.
I had just finished a nourishing lunch of a sardine on toast with a selection of good cheeses when I was visited by Scott, the minister, who had returned from taking part in the London 100 mile bike sportive with 25,000 other keen pedallers.
He had enjoyed himself and got round at 15 mph without incident and even managed the 12 mile cycle ride back to his car after the finish of the event. He loves swooshing down steep hills and his only disappointment had been that there were so many other cyclists about all the time that he couldn’t go down the hills at his normal speed.
After he left, I caught a glimpse of white going past the window and rushed out with my camera to catch a very rare shot of a butterfly visiting our garden.
As you can see, a little sunshine had appeared by this time. I had to spend some time preparing cards to sell for Archive Group funds but I was able to get into the garden and mow the drying green and then look at a few flowers while I was out. It was quite colourful.
I went round the back of the house to try to capture the fine floral display along the dam. Our neighbour Kenny had just cut the grass there and it was looking very neat.
I was just thinking about going for a walk when the second cyclist of the day appeared. This was Dropscone. I was surprised, as he is a man of habit and his usual routine is to cycle in the morning and golf in the afternoon. Today, he had not only done exactly the opposite but had scored well at the golf and gone quite quickly on the bike so he was in a very cheerful mood.
When he left after a cup of tea and a bsicuit, I got my walk in. I chose to walk along the same route that I was following when I fell in the hole last month. This time, I kept my eyes peeled and stopped when I saw anything interesting. I didn’t fall into any holes even though there was quite a lot to look at.
There were fungi along the way.
I saw another batch growing at the foot of a tree and I have combined them with a close up of some meadowsweet.
It is not a walk with views but occasionally, a gap in the trees lets you see a hill.
As I added a honeysuckle picture too..
…the walk would have been worth it just for those two shots. As it was, the warm, sunny evening was a pleasure in itself…though it did make me think of how many evenings like it we have been missing this summer.
I came back along the path beside the park wall and took a final shot of the jungle that can be found on its stones.
The lamb stew made another appearance for our tea and then it was time for me to settle down and look through the day’s pictures.
I found a very compact siskin for the flying bird of the day.