Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary. She visited the Tate Modern Art Gallery’s new Switch House yesterday and thought that I might prefer the view from the window to the exhibits.
I had a rather disturbed night, being woken by the sound of pounding rain accompanied by thunder and lightning. As a result I was more than happy to have nothing on my schedule for the day more arduous than nibbling on Dropscone’s traditional Friday treacle scones with our coffee.
I had a look out of the door before he came and it was still raining lightly but it soon stopped and I went out to see how the flowers had fared.
To my surprise, they were soggy but unbowed.
The birds were out in force soon too and I had to fill the feeder twice during the day.
After coffee, I mowed the middle lawn. It had dried out remarkably quickly after the overnight rain and gave me no trouble.
When I had finished, I walked round the garden.
On the edible side of things, Mrs Tootlepedal’s turnips are very good and taste absolutely delicious and the blackcurrants are very nearly ready for picking.
After lunch in an exciting development, I went out and finished sieving the compost in Bin D. Mrs Tootlepedal uses the finished product when she is planting out her annuals. As Bin D was now empty, I started the job of transferring the compost from Bin C into it.
My joints were a bit creaky after yesterday’s bike ride so I was happy to stop half way through the transfer and use the second half of the latest stage of the Tour de France as my siesta. The tour this year has been very good value and today’s stage was a gripper.
After the stage was over, I went out for a walk. The plants along the dam at the back of the house are looking good and the first crocosmia of the year has come out to join the potentillas.
I went down to the suspension bridge and my eye was caught by several splashes of colour on the gravel banks between the Wauchope and the Esk.
I thought one of the splashes was a clump of orchids but it didn’t seem likely when I went down for a closer look. I would welcome a suggestion as to what this might be.
Nearby was a brilliant flash of yellow. Once again, I have no idea what it is.
Both plants are growing in gravel which the river will cover when the water gets high.
I walked along to the Esk until I came to the carved owl in Mary Street….
…and chatted to Ian, the owner of the tree stump from which it has been fashioned. There is still quite a bit of work for Robin, the artist, to do – beak, eyes and claws and so on and the decoration of the base….
…which is in book form representing the bible is still to be completed.
The proud owner told me that he thinks that the carving is greatly enhanced by its position on the bank of the river and on a day like today, I couldn’t argue with that.
I crossed the Town Bridge and walked down to the Ewes Water keeping an eye out for oyster catchers. I had seen one flying down the Esk and there was another at the meeting of the waters without a leg to stand on.
I walked across the Castleholm and over the Jubilee Bridge and there was no shortage of things to look at as I went along.
Mrs Tootlepedal had told me of a forest of fungus growing on a pile of vegetable matter on the neglected site of an old mill so I finished my walk by going to check her story. She was quite right of course.
I got home in time to watch Andy Murray make short work of the final set of his semi final at Wimbledon and this rounded off a gentle and restorative day for me.
The flower of the day is not a flower at all but a very pretty patch of pale grass beside the Ewes water above the Sawmill Brig. I don’t know whether it was a trick of the light but I don’t think that I have noticed grass of quite this colour before.
The flying bird of the day is an obliging Kilngreen gull.