After two recent guest pictures of the top of Blencathra swathed in cloud, I thought it only fair to show the summit from below. My brother took this one on his way up.
Mist and cloud were not a problem for us today as we enjoyed wall to wall sunshine. It was a pity that such a grand day for gardening and cycling coincided with other activities, as good days are not all that common but…such is life.
Mrs Tootlepedal’s engagement was with her Embroiderer’s Guild group where she enjoyed an afternoon of smocking. My engagement was with the Roxburgh Society of Recorder Players ‘Playing Day’ at Denholm, just under 30 miles to our north.
Roy, from our Carlisle group, came too. He drove up from Carlisle and I gave him a lift from Langholm to Denholm and back. It was a beautiful morning for a drive and we arrived in good time.
The morning session of the playing day was excellent, with a good leader and an interesting and varied choice of music. This included a very complex piece by Alexander Agricola, a Netherlandish composer of the 15th century of whom I had never heard but whose acquaintance I was very pleased to make.
As a bonus, we had quite a long lunch hour. This let me walk through the village and down to the river Teviot and have my sandwiches on a handy bench.
Although I have often visited Denholm, I have never noticed this thatched cottage before.
It turned out to be the birthplace of an interesting chap called John Leyden. He is commemorated by a fine monument in the middle of the village green.
I knew nothing about him and wondered whether he was related to the Leyden jar but he turns out to have been a Scottish Orientalist who died in Batavia. He can be investigated by those interested in this sort of thing by clicking here.
The river Teviot itself was looking very lovely and is crossed by a handsome bridge.
The valley here is quite narrow and runs between varied hills, smooth on the north side…
..and more rugged on the south bank.
I followed a path among busily cultivated fields.
It was a well appointed track with flowery banks and good solid stiles…
…and charming woodland.
There was plenty to look as well as the river.
Coming back to the village, I enjoyed the simplicity of its Presbyterian church…
..and appreciated the desire not to waste money on more than one slightly fancy clock surround.
…though a bit of a wash might not come amiss.
The after lunch session of the recorder day was just as good as the morning session. Playing a piece which switched from 4/4 into 7/8 every bar or so was a challenge but we managed (more or less).
The weather stayed fine for the drive home and Roy and I were both grateful to the Roxburgh SRP for laying on such a good event.
There was enough light for a walk round the garden when I got home and I was hoping to see some blooming tulips but they didn’t oblige.
Mrs Tootlepedal told me that she had watched the sparrowhawk lurking in our walnut tree in an inconspicuous way for quite a long time earlier in the day but it had gone and the feeders were back to being busy again.
Mrs Tootlepedal had made a very tasty chorizo and bean stew for tea and when we had eaten that, she couldn’t resist making the best of a fine evening by cycling up to inspect her new manure mine and doing a little muck raking. She also couldn’t resist bringing a small sample back with her on her bike.
The credit side of the great ledger of life is getting quite crowded at present but | am not c0mplaining.
The flying bird of the day is a Denholm oyster catcher.