Today’s guest picture was sent to me by Mary Jo from Manitoba in a probably vain attempt to stop me complaining about the weather. Her thermometer is in the shade on the North side of her house, and the picture taken around supper time. If that was the case here, I would have to move. I wouldn’t be able to take it.
In contrast to that excessive heat, we had a fine and sometimes sunny day here but the temperature never climbed above 16°C. It was fine if you were sheltered from the breeze but when I went out on my bike, it was decidedly chilly in a brisk wind.
I started the day before breakfast by taking ten photos (and a dish of blackcurrants) down to the hall at Canonbie for the flower show. On the way back, I stopped on the Canonbie by-pass to admire a splendid show of daisies which have recently appeared.
After breakfast, Mrs Tootlepedal and I had an involved conversation about a potential bike ride but following a good deal of to and fro, we couldn’t find a suggestion that met both our requirements so we agreed on a ride for tomorrow and Mrs Tootlepedal did some gardening while I went for a solo pedal.
I had a quick walk round the garden before I went.
In spite of the sunshine, I went back in and put a second layer on. I did a familiar 25 mile circular route and thanks to the chilly wind, I had to keep my head down and pedal hard rather than look for photo opportunities. I was pleased to see though, that I had been unnecessarily gloomy about the possibility of wild raspberries….
I need some black and white shots for future competitions so I did stop at a ruin at Bailliehill…
Colour is no problem just now as everywhere is looking as green as can be. This was taken from the same spot, looking back into the valley that I had just climbed out of.
The picture that I took two days ago of the Skippers Brig won first prize in a very hotly contested class (even though Mrs Tootlepedal thought that it was too saturated for her taste) but all I had to show for the other nine was a second in a small class and none of the four (which I thought were quite good) cloudscapes troubled the judge at all. Such is life. As a consolation, my blackcurrants scraped second prize in a class of three.
We went down to the field behind the hall where an enterprising farmer from Loch Lomond was demonstrating herding Indian Runner ducks with a collie.
There were the usual static engines to admire….
We left the show for a while and enjoyed a walk along the banks of the Esk below the church. We passed many sand martins flitting across the river in search of insects to take to their nests in the river bank. I would have taken several more (potentially superlative) shots of the walk and the show if my camera battery hadn’t run out. I have lost my spare battery and in spite of looking for it everywhere for several months, it hasn’t come to light so after this fiasco, I ordered a new one as soon as we got home.
Mrs Tootlepedal had some more gardening to do when we got back and I turned some compost from Bin C into Bin D. I have almost finished this task and one more go should free up Bin C to received the contents of Bin B. True happiness this way lies.
I also took a picture or two while I was out. Clematis were on my mind.
On the other side of the garden, a new field poppy and the first Japanese anemone have poked their heads up.
I didn’t have a lot of time to watch the birds today but the mean pigeon was back again…