Today’s guest picture shows a lily pond at Tintinhull garden It was visited by my Somerset correspondent Venetia.
Mrs Tootlepedal’s cataract operation seems to have gone too well. When she came down this morning, she gave me an old fashioned look and said, “You haven’t shaved.” I see that I am going to have smarten up a bit.
The day started with a quick drive up to Bentpath with Sandy to put our photos into the the flower show. After a soggy summer, the show had been blessed by beautiful weather….
We came back to Langholm and went to the producers’ market in the Buccleuch Centre where I was tempted by even more cheese than usual to go with supplies of lamb, fish, honey and venison. It is lucky that the market is only once a month or I would be bankrupt.
After I got home, I drove Mrs Tootlepedal down to the opticians in Longtown. She had lost a pad off her spectacles and even with her new tiger eyesight, the screw that held it in was so tiny that it couldn’t be found. The lady in the opticians was up to the task though and by the time that we had had a coffee across the road, she had the glasses fixed.
Once home, I had a walk round the garden. In spite of the arrival of cooler weather, we still have some roses.
….and contemplate the crossword. I was called out before I had finished it though to go and check on a butterfly.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went back to gardening, I sieved another bucket of compost and then I picked up Sandy and went off to Bentpath to see how I had done in the show.
The weather was still very friendly and there was a good number of cars parked in the show field.
Our photos were in the big tent and when we went in, we saw that the standard of entries was good so I was pleased to come away with a first, a second and a third. The first and second were both in the black and white class which had the least entries of the day but I had thought the pictures were reasonable so I was satisfied.
There is always a lot going on at the show and my neighbour Liz (who had won three tickets in the baking classes) had entered her terrier Riley into the terrier racing event.
As you can see, the black dog was quicker off the mark and in the end, it won the race by a nose. It went on to win the final too.
It was a beautiful spot to wait.
Some of the hounds refused to get their feet wet at all and wandered aimlessly about on the far bank while their owners shouted and whistled in vain. It all provided great entertainment for the spectators if not for the hounds’ owners.
Between events, I wandered down to the bridge over the Esk…
I was hoping to go for a cycle ride when I got back, as it was still sunny and the brisk wind had dropped quite a bit but inertia got the better of me and I settled in to whittling down ninety photographs of the show to a usable number.
I received a message from Dropscone to say that he and his children had safely reached their destination in the highlands prior to their assault on the summit of Ben Nevis and he sent me a picture of the view from their digs.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch. Or rather, in the interests of gender equality, two chaffinches.