Today’s guest picture, sent by my sister Mary, shows Mr Grumpy’s London cousin posing on the Serpentine.
Our spell of dry weather continued today, although it was rather gloomy in the morning. The main feature of the weather, apart from the lack of rain, has been the prevalence of light winds and this has been very welcome after such a windy year. This morning there was hardly any wind at all. I had contemplated cycling but a phone call from Dropscone offering scones to go with coffee made me put that idea on hold.
The scones were well up to their usual standard and I hope that a good cup or two of coffee put Dropscone in the right frame of mind for an important golf competition in the afternoon.
While we were sipping our coffee, a robin paid us a visit.
There was another one about too and as they were not fighting, I hope that they are a happy couple. I always like to see robins in the garden.
After coffee, Dropscone left and a coal tit arrived.
Then I went for a walk round the garden. In the rather grey weather, the poppies once again provided many rays of light.
I thought that two of them deserved solo spots.
What a great packet of seeds that was.
I cut some sweet peas to put in a vase in the kitchen.
There were a lot of insects about in spite of the lack of sunshine and I noticed some life on a Japanese anemone.
The bug eyes mini monsters on all sides again.
As I was toasting some cheese for my lunch, the sun broke through for a while and I watched the birds…
…and after lunch, I even saw a new butterfly.
I took a picture of the ornamental strawberry which has lasted very well….
…and then I got myself organised and set off for a ride of indeterminate length on the fairly speedy bike.
My plan was to sweet talk my legs into a medium distance ride by starting off very gently. A light wind had got up by this time and as it was in my face, I had no difficulty in not going very fast. This let me stop for some pictures.
And when I stopped and looked back while going up the hill at Callister….
…it was clear that green has now pretty fully turned to brown.
I did get the chance to test whether the phone camera was up to a little bug shooting.
I had a choice of whether to to go north or south at one point in my ride and fortunately I made a good decision when I went south, as this turned out out to be the sunny side of the street so as to speak. Looking north, there were threatening clouds but in Middlebie (so called because it is exactly in the middle of nowhere), the sun was making their little church look very cheerful.
And the sun followed me down the road to Eaglesfield, lighting up the bridge over the Mein Water on the way.
After that, the light wind was behind me and I pressed on a bit with the agreement of my legs so I didn’t stop for any more photo opportunities. I ended up doing 33 miles at exactly the same speed as I had done yesterday. I should have tried a bit harder!
I had enough energy left to sieve a little compost before I went for my shower.
In the evening, I spent a little time at a party to celebrate 200 years of brass band music in Langholm. I played in the Langholm Town Band, as it now called, for some years when I first came to Langholm and was pleased to be invited to the do. A kind lady invited me onto the dance floor in a snowball waltz and then we walked gently through The Gay Gordons, a well known Scottish country dance. I am happy to say that my new knee passed the dance test satisfactorily although no one could say that we were whirling round the floor.
I didn’t stay for long as I had bread cooking in the machine. To tell the truth, although I was enjoying the company, I was quite pleased to leave because there was a DJ present with a disco machine blasting out loud music accompanied by flashing lights. As this is exactly the technique that unscrupulous intelligence torturers have been using for many years on their victims to break them down, its charm as a medium of social interaction is lost on me entirely.
The flying bird of the day is a beady eyed chaffinch.
27 thoughts on “Another quiet day”
I’m going to have to start looking a little closer at poppies. Those are beautiful.
The middle of nowhere doesn’t look like a bad place to spend some time. Fall is happening faster there than here this year.
It is the fact that they all seem to be a little different which continues to capture my interest.
I agree with Allen, the poppies are particularly beautiful, and that fall is coming far too early this year.
We could have done with a week or two more before autumn but it is not too far off the right time.
Beautiful gallery of photos, again. I have fallen in love with your poppies 🙂
I can’t stop photographing them becuase they look so lovely each day.
I can’t cope with flashing lights and disco music either. Yes, that seed packet was a great buy. The poppies are certainly glorious. I always like seeing the interior of the Japanese anemones too. The church picture and the bridge are lovely. I do enjoy the variety of pictures you share with us, Tom. It’s a nice surprise each day to see what you will include…and wondering what weather you will have. 🙂
The weather has been unusually boring of late but we are not complaining about that at all for once.
I think you would make a good Wilden Marsher, Tom. We could do with another complainer with serviceable knees and a camera always at the ready. 😉
I’ll be down as soon as I have a moment. I would like to visit the marsh.
Some people would be really pleased to have cycled 33 miles two days running, loved the robin.
Loved the sweet peas, and of course the robin. Impressed by your dancing skills, glad the knees coped.
Very nice pictures Tom! 🙂
Great posing by a robin and a coal tit.
Robins are natural born posers which is why they are so popular in Christmas cards.
Beautiful photos. I’m with you on the loud noise that is passed off as music.
I actually liked the songs he was playing but I couldn’t be doing with the volume that he was playing them at. I couldn’t talk to people sitting three feet away without shouting.
Your description of the disco lights is hilarious.
I confessed everything and had to be led away sobbing.
Ah, the Gay Gordons: the first dance we were taught in high school in preparation for our “social”. The second was the Dashing White Sergeant. Don’t think I have danced either since 🙂 I agree re: music volume at social events…how are you meant to actually interact?
I learned them at school and have happily hoofed my way through them many times since. Re the noise, my assumption is that all the DJs are deaf and don’t know how loud they are playing.
One moment shaking a leg on the dance-floor, the next you are re-enacting the Ipcress File. Lovely photos of birds, flowers and insects.
I hadn’t thought of the Ipcress Files, more recent events were on my mind.
Yes, of course.
I used to enjoy a disco but now that I am an old curmudgeon, flashing lights and loud music give me a headache.