Today’s guest picture is another from my brother’s visit to Flamborough Head last month. When it came to trying to spot the odd bird, he was not alone.
With a forecast of “rain later”, it was important to leap out of bed early and get going today. I didn’t exactly leap (it was more of a stagger) but I did get going reasonably soon and managed a twenty mile bike ride by eleven o’clock.
My reward was a stroll round the garden….
…followed by the arrival of Dropscone bearing scones. I ate mine with a drop of the first local honey of the year and they went down very well.
Mrs Tootlepedal returned from tidying up the church with her church choir and did a little work in the garden while I mowed the greenhouse grass and the middle lawn. It has been so cool in recent days that there was not a lot of growth but the temperature had risen a bit today so I thought I ought to do some mowing before things got out of hand.
All this took me up to lunch. After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal hosted a committee meeting of her Embroiders’ Guild branch and Sandy arrived to go for a walk with me.
The promised rain hadn’t arrived so we drove a mile or two up the Wauchope road with the intention of seeing if I could recognise any wild flowers after my expedition on Saturday.
We had just caught up with a selection of grasses…
…and a very pretty blue flower…
…when it started to rain. Pausing only to catch my favourite gate…
…we set off back through the town and headed south as Sandy wisely pointed out that it is often drier on the side of Langholm. He was right and we found a spot on my morning cycle route and looked around. The light was poor but it was dry and warm.
In the next hour we walked slowly up the road until we got to the top of the short hill.
At the bottom there was another gate.
…and as we walked up, there was any amount of wild flowers beside the road.
Some plants reached up to the sky. This one was taller than me.
And some kept close to the ground.
But my favourite shot was of an early stem of rosebay willowherb.
When we got to the top (a long walk of about 200 hundred yards!), it started to rain and so we walked back down a lot more quickly than we had walked up and went home for a cup of tea and a dainty biscuit with Mrs Tootlepedal’s committee, who had just finished their business.
We were joined by Mike Tinker and we had a convivial conversazione until it was time for everyone to go home.
Then there was time to see Andy Murray play a quick match at Wimbledon in fine style before I went off to play trios with (another) Mike and Isabel.
In spite of neither Mike nor Isabel being in perfect health, we had a really good evening and did justice to most, if not quite all, of the pieces which we played.
The flower of the day is a nectaroscordum pretending to be a castle.
And the flying bird of the day is a sparrow.