Today’s guest picture comes from Gavin, who has been on holiday in the north east where he came across Donald Trump’s new golf course. He says it looks very good and thinks that Donald should maybe concentrate on golf courses more and give up thoughts of ruling the world.
It was another dry day but cloudy and a bit chillier than lately. The wind wasn’t strong but it was behind me as I set out so I enjoyed the first 23 miles of my trip. The last 15 miles, going back home up the hill and into the wind were cautious as apart from looking after my legs, I hadn’t got enough food with me for a major effort. I stopped a few times as I went round to look at wild flowers….
….a village hall….
…and signs of autumn in the hedges.
I was hoping that the cloud would thin out and the sun would shine but it did just the opposite. It was still a pleasant day for a cycle ride though and even though my average speed was modest, I enjoyed myself. My legs continued to grumble but mostly under their breath.
When I got back, I walked round the garden.
The nasturtium on the front wall of the house has now grown above the gate.
I went in to have a late lunch and struggle with the crossword and when I looked up, the sun had come out and I went out too. The garden was buzzing with insects so I looked at them. There were butterflies, penny plain….
I had hoped to take a final picture of the pair of poppies but one had given up so I took a close up of another one for today’s poppy parade.
When I went inside again, I noticed that the goldfinch and some of the young had returned.
I was rather full of minor aches and pains so I forwent a walk and retired for a good, long soak in a bath in an attempt to ease things off. I rose out of it in time to make an omelette for my tea and welcome Mike and Alison round for their customary Friday night visit. In the absence of Mrs Tootlepedal (who is visiting her mother), Mike watched the first game of the Rugby World Cup while Alison and I applied some more polish to the Telemann Partita that we are practising. It is a lovely set of short pieces and fully repays a little work.
The flying bird of the day is a siskin.