Today’s guest picture was sent to me by Elizabeth, Dropscone’s sister who is on an extensive tour of Scottish islands. As she knows that I like a bridge, she took a shot of this one over the North Sannox Burn on Arran.
The weather gods were really sorry about the rough winds that made the journey to the Isle of May such hardship so to make up for it, they sent us an absolutely perfect day today with not a cloud in the sky from dawn to dusk and warm breezes to go with it. Whisper it quietly but it almost got too hot for me.
I made good use of the morning, first by drinking coffee and eating scones with Dropscone. He told me that he had been so seasick on a North Sea ferry crossing many years ago that he spent the first half of the crossing fearing that he might die and the second half hoping that he would.
I spent a lot of the rest doing some serious lawn care. In fact, it should perhaps be termed grass management rather than lawn care as the the green areas don’t quite have lawn quality just yet.
I took a break every now and again to look round the garden.
We took a break to go down to Longtown and pick up my speedy bike which has been fitted with a new chain and cassette (and two bags of compost from a neighbouring farm shop).
I was thinking of going for a pedal after lunch to try the new chain out but the warm breeze had turned into a fiery wind and it seemed like a little too much like hard work on a hot day so I rang up Sandy and arranged a walk instead.
We walked through the park and along the river.
There was wild garlic growing beside the path….
…and fresh green leaves above our heads…
…but we were in search of blue.
I had met fellow archivist Nancy in the Archive Centre when I had popped in earlier in the day and she had told me of fine bluebell sightings in this neck of the woods….and she had spoken nothing but the truth.
There were bluebells to be seen.
It was even better than being led up the primrose path.
Wherever you looked.
It made the heart sing.
Sandy and I took many pictures but in the end we moved on and walked through the woods up the hill. Looking across the valley, we could see that the man who mows the rough round the seventh fairway on the golf course had been having fun.
Castle Hill looked good too but it is still too early for the tops of the hills to show any fresh green yet.
Nearer to hand there were plenty of signs of new growth.
When we got back to the house with a cup of tea in mind, we found that Mrs Tootlepedal had been painting the front gate.
She likes to improve the shining hour.
The tea was very welcome.
After Sandy left, a fellow tenor from the Langholm choir came round and we practised a few of the tricky corners that lurk in the songs we are preparing for two concerts later in the month.
Then it was time to mow the drying green, give the strawberries some water and a bit of buck-u-uppo and turn a little compost before my flute pupil Luke came round for a lesson. We had a useful time.
While I was turning the compost, I noticed the first apple blossom of the year.
After tea, I went off to play trios with Isabel and Mike and although we were a little rusty from lack of practice (Mike had been on holiday too and Isabel has not been in the best of health), we thoroughly enjoyed our play. It would be a very bad day if a little Mozart didn’t keep you happy.
I didn’t have much time for bird watching and the strong sun is not as helpful as you might think so this rather fuzzy siskin has to make do as flying bird of the day.