Today’s guest picture shows the Broomholm Island Bridge over the Esk. It was taken by Dropscone, who went for a walk at the weekend when a golf competition was cancelled due to a waterlogged course.
We had another wet and miserable morning to greet us on waking but once again, I didn’t care as I was resolved to do nothing active whatever the weather. I idled about until Dropscone and Sandy came to share coffee and scones and when they went, I idled about a bit more.
Crosswords may have been involved.
I was entertained by the robin out of the front window….
…and a pair of ducks on the dam out of the back window.
After a lunch of cheese on toast, I ignored the better weather which had appeared by now and sat down to put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database.
When I had done that, I went out to join Mrs Tootlepedal in the garden.
We have decided that the dream of a beautiful wild flower garden on the front lawn is just that…a dream…and the reality was a not very satisfactory sodden mess so I took a mower and a scarifier and began the long process of turning the mess back into a presentable lawn. At the moment it is a mass of moss after the very wet weather of the past months so as an encouragement for some grass to grow, I put liquid lawn feed on it and I will now wait for a while before attacking it again with the scarifier. If anyone wants a ton of soggy moss, please let me know.
After a cup of tea to reward us for the hard work, Mrs Tootlepedal went for a doze and I went for a walk. I was hoping to see a nuthatch or two but although I heard one, I couldn’t see it and walked on after a while.
I did see some fine moss on the minister’s garden wall…
…and some early signs of spring..
…as well as a good view of the remaining part of the Langholm Lodge.
This used to be the Duke’s summer residence when his family came to Langholm for fishing, shooting and cricket. There were occasions in the nineteenth century when half the Langholm cricket team was titled…but then what is the point of having the cricket ground on your land if you can’t pick the team?
I walked down the Lodge walks and stopped to peer at a promising pile of logs from a fallen tree or two which have been heaped beside the road.
They repaid a look.
And I enjoyed the fungus both large and small which I could see inside one hollowed piece of timber.
If I was bolder, I might be able to eat the large fungus on the left as I think it is an oyster mushroom. The little bright red buttons, no more than a centimetre or two across, looked very suspicious.
Further on, I admired this tree. It looks as though a hand from above has reached down, given it a thorough twist and then stuck it back in the ground.
When I came to the river, I took the opportunity as I walked home to catch as many bridge and daffodil combinations as I could and I have put some of them in here.
I saw some old friends on the way.
The sun came out properly just as I got near the house…
…and it made for a beautiful evening. The duck in the dam looked quite serene floating in the pink reflections on the water.
We hope to see ducklings in the dam before too long.
My final picture of the day was a redpoll, with its red poll catching the dying rays of the sun.
As a day of rest went, it was quite satisfactory though the lawn care was more energetic than I had planned for and I hope that my legs will turn out to be grateful.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch approaching the feeder in the morning rain.