The guest picture of the day is a hang glider caught in action by my brother as he climbed Blencathra last weekend.
I had more sun here today than my brother had on Blencathra but a little less exciting action this morning. Mrs Tootlepedal went off to Edinburgh to chat to Matilda and I went out for a gentle cycle ride to test my general bike readiness.
It was a glorious morning…
…as this sunny chaffinch can testify.
I found a 20 mile circular route with a friendly wind and thoroughly enjoyed an hour and a half in the sunshine at a modest pace.
I stopped to take one picture just to show what a pleasant day it was.
I like the way that the wall seems to have been built to enclose these thee trees, making them look rather like a sacred grove.
When I got back to Langholm, I took the opportunity to pop into the Information Hub and book the gallery there for a two week exhibition of Camera Club photographs in late July.
I had a moment to look out of the window while I made myself a cup of coffee.
I didn’t take many pictures while cycling as it was my plan to go for an equally gentle walk after lunch and I duly put this plan into action.
I started by looking for nuthatches but only saw a blue tit instead.
I walked on and had another look at the red fungus in the hollow tree trunk beside the Lodge walks. There were more of them about.
I am going to keep an eye on them to see how they develop.
There were some pretty colours beside the road further along.
I crossed the Sawmill Brig and walked up the road to the rugby club and then took this inviting track…
…up onto the hill.
There will doubtless be readers who are feeling the lack of gates in recent posts very keenly so here is one of my favourites…
…which I passed through today on my way to getting a good view up the Ewes valley…
..before heading across the fields in the general direction of the monument.
My sights were set rather lower than the top of the hill though and when I hit the road, I turned back along it down towards the town.
The wall beside the road, as ever, was rich with multicoloured lichen…
…but I stopped looking at the wall and climbed over a little banking and descended into an old quarry. It is usually full of puddles and I was hoping to spot some frogs and frog spawn. I was disappointed today as I didn’t see any frogs in spite of spotting a large puddle of promise.
On closer inspection, there was little or no frogs’ spawn and absolutely no frogs but to my delight, there were a large number of toads instead…
…and lots of toad spawn…
…and on every side, toads making more spawn as I watched.
This was a sight that I have never seen before.
I left the toads to it and walked on down the hill towards the town.
There was more tree art to be seen…
… a beautiful dandelion saluting the sun…
…and any number of other interesting things which I omitted to record.
When I came down to the river, I watched a gull…
…and a goosander but the goosander stayed on the far side of the river and refused to be photographed.
While the sun was out, it was almost a hot day but when it clouded over, the cool breeze from the north made me glad to have a jacket on.
I had received a letter in the morning asking for some Archive Group publications and including a very reasonable donation so I had to walk up to the town to post the publications off and I dropped in on Nancy, our treasurer, on my way back to give her the news. We agreed that it is very gratifying when our work is appreciated, especially with a small donation included.
Mrs Tootlepedal got back safely from Edinburgh but complained about having to negotiate ferocious potholes in the road on the way.
After tea, Susan came to pick me up and take me to Carlisle to play with our recorder group. We had an unusually enjoyable evening of music from Giles Farnaby, through Purcell and Haydn and even a little Scott Joplin and it came as a surprise when it turned out to be time to stop. To round off an excellent day, the biscuits with our cup of tea after playing were particularly tasty.
Amidst all this pleasurable but peaceful activity, I didn’t have much time to try to catch a flying bird so an angry duck shooting up the river will have to do for today.