Today’s guest picture shows some delightfully green weeping willows in Parliament Hill Fields in London. They were noticed by my sister Mary.
We woke to a beautifully sunny day and as darkness fell, it fell on a beautifully sunny day and in between…it was beautifully sunny.
Mrs Tootlepedal spent a happy day in the garden doing all sorts of useful things. She only left to collect some more manure from her new manure mine.
I had a little problem in the morning. I was hoping for a cycle ride of a reasonable length but with the morning sunny but decidedly cool and the afternoon promising to be nice and warm, the choice of suitable clothing was a tricky one. In the end, I waited until midday when the temperature had risen enough to let me make a sensible choice.
I wandered round the garden while I was waiting. The sun had brought things out.
When I finally got going, I varied my usual route. With the wind being on the gentle side, I decided to take the hilly route north out of the town following the Esk valley. Luckily the gentle breeze was on hand to blow me up the hills to Eskdalemuir. I stopped to take a picture of the Girdle Stanes, one of the stone circles beside the route.
At Eskdalemuir, I turned left, climbed out of the White Esk valley and headed towards the Black Esk and beyond. I got a nice prospect or two as I went over the hills.
I had my lunch at an ugly bridge over the Dryfe Water north of Lockerbie.
I was walking about trying to find a way down to the river bank to take a picture of it as it is obviously a repaired old stone bridge, when a kind lady emerged from a nearby house to ask if I was lost. I told her that I was just trying to photograph the bridge and she was very surprised. “We hate it,” she said. She told me that the original parapet had been demolished by an articulated lorry and looking at me in a sympathetic way, offered me a cup of tea. I reluctantly turned it down and she told me I could find a much nicer looking bridge a short way along the road.
She was right.
It involved a short diversion from my route and a plunge down to the river with the consequent climb back up but I thought that it was well worth it.
Generally, it was a most enjoyable ride with wild flowers beginning to appear in quantity in the verges. I saw celandines on my left as I went out and on my right as I was homeward bound.
The gorse was looking good too.
As I neared home, I was quite surprised to find that the new windmill is visible from several places. They have worked fast and the twirly bit on the top is now in place.
A final six mile downhill and downwind section finished off my ride in fine style. Those interested can click on the map for more details.
Mrs Tootlepedal was resting from her gardening endeavours when I got back so after a cup of tea and a shower and a quick check on the bird feeder…
…we drove up onto the Langholm moor to see if we could see any hen harriers.
We saw a buzzard flapping along above the skyline but it wasn’t long before a hen harrier appeared too and after some sparring…
…drove it off.
It was very pleasant up on the hill in the warmth of the early evening.
On our way down, we stopped at the quarry where I had seen the toads spawning. I was interested to see what might have developed but there was no sign of toads and little sign of ‘toadpoles’. Only one of the puddles seemed to have any life at all…
…and we wondered if a pair of ducks, who seem to be resident in the quarry, are happily dining on them.
The low sun picked out the shrubs beside the lawn when we got home…
…and Mrs Tootlepedal pointed out this charming daffodil to me as we took a final walk round the garden.
Did I mention that the tulips were out?
And there are more to come.
A starling watched us as we walked about.
We were both quite pleased after a busy day that we had no activities in the evening other than a quiet sit down.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch.
28 thoughts on “Out and about”
Some lovely landscapes on your cycle ride and I enjoyed that bridge the lady told you about. Glad your evening was peaceful, not your usual style at all.
The charming daffodil and beautiful tulips are real stars. How lovely there is more to come. Very nice clouds too.
Although it didn’t take a good picture owing to being too far away, the hen harrier is probably the star for me.
We have had the same kind of day, and are having the same kind of late-afternoon golden light. It’s very restorative. I’m very taken with that daffodil.
I am glad that you have got a break at last.
It must be hard living near a bridge that you can’t stand looking at.
I didn’t know they could assemble a wind turbine that fast. I’ve heard that the whooshing sound you hear when you’re near one is a sound you’ll never forget.
The celandine covered roadsides are beautiful.
They have certainly got a move on. They are noisy if you get near them, I agree.
What a beautiful garden, beautiful day, ugly bridge followed by a quite nice bridge. I’m envious of your day!
I think it was an enviable day. 🙂
We need those days every so often.
The pretty bridge was worth the detour 🙂
And scrambling under a barbed wire fence.
Always tricky deciding whether to go under or over barbed wire!
Not at my age. It’s under or nothing these days. My vaulting days are long past.
Having slipped once and impaled myself, under is probably best!
The mallard looks guilty as charged of eating the toadpoles.
I think so too.
A beautiful day from start to finish! Loved the landscape photos from your cycling, and it was nice of the lady to give you directions to the prettier bridge.
it must be very relaxing to stroll through the garden in the evening admiring all of the scents and colors of the flowers.
It is indeed. We love to do it.
Lovely pictures. Well done on that bicycle ride. All those miles and photographs too. What a kind lady at the ugly bridge.
The photo of the sheep in the gorse is just exquisite.
I didn’t notice the sheep at first.
Articulated lorries are responsible for a lot of damage in our narrow lanes. The Celandines are looking very pretty and congratulations on the Hen Harrier photos.
You really have got your life sorted what a very pleasant day you had! Cheers.
If the weather is fine, my life is fine. I can’t disagree with that….but it does come with a few of the drawbacks of aching joints.
That was a busy day. The bridge was well worth the detour I think and I’m glad to see the windmill completed,
They worked quickly.