Today’s guest picture comes from Edward Winter, a blog reader from Sheffield who came to visit us not long ago. He thinks that his version of Mr Grumpy is quite the equal of ours. It is called Crazy Crane. I don’t think it is getting enough to eat.
After our hot and humid day yesterday, it was to be expected that a little rain might fall and we were woken up by furious drumming on the roof accompanied by thunder rolling round the hills.
I did the sensible thing and rolled over and shut my eyes again. By the time that I got in touch with the real world, the rain had stopped and we were able to go out into the garden to assess the damage. Some things had stood up to the heavy rain pretty well.
Some were not too bad….
…and some had thrown in the towel.
I am a bit disappointed that Mrs Tootlepedal’s eryngium (Miss Willmott’s ghost) is grey and not blue but on close examination, I can see that it does have a bit of blue in there.
It was still pretty soggy outside so I went back in, got my hair cut by my resident barber and then hid until after lunch when the prospects were much better. The clouds cleared away and with light winds, it looked like a good afternoon for a pedal so I got my cycling gear on and…..
…foolishly stopped for a moment to see how the Tour de France was getting on….
…and two hours later, I finally got on my way. By this time the wind had got up quite a lot so it served me right for dilly dallying.
My joints were feeling the effects of clambering about on the hillside yesterday so I settled for a short, slow ride with plenty of stops for shots.
The Wauchope was showing where all the rain had gone…
…but the roads were dry and the sun poked through the clouds from time to time. As I went on my way down to Canonbie across the hill, I could look back to see the Monument on the top of Whita where I was walking yesterday.
The tower to the right is a communications mast and quite ugly but we pretend that it isn’t there.
The first part of the route is through sheep and cattle farming country often with rough pasture…
…and frequent vistas.
The second part of the route follows the River Esk from Canonbie back to Langholm.
I cross several bridges and I was looking at the lichen on one (as one does) and took a picture out of habit. When I put it on the computer, I saw that there was an almost invisible fly on the lichen. Can you spot it in the left hand frame? It’s there.
I passed Gilnockie Tower too.
It is a sixteenth century tower but it was fully restored in 1978 which is why it looks so neat today.
I parked my bike by a fence on the bike path and walked down to the River Esk a mile or two south of the town.
A bright flower beside the river caught my eye.
And there was something even more delightful nearby.
Nearer the town, I stopped on Skippers Bridge for the obligatory view of the old distillery.
And since I was in bridge mode, I stopped on the Town Bridge too.
You can see that the Esk on the left has much more water coming down it than the Ewes which shows how local the rain storm over night was. We were lucky as there are reports that “gobstopper-sized” hailstones dented cars at Eastriggs which is less than 20 miles away from us.
All in all, apart from the brisk wind, it was a surprisingly mellow day for a gentle pedal after the early thunderstorms.
When I got back, Mrs Tootlepedal was busy in the garden and I took a moment to admire the rambler roses on the fence beside the vegetable garden.
The vegetable garden itself is doing very well and provided runner beans for our lunch and then turnips, potatoes and broad beans for our tea. Perhaps thanks to a lot of sunshine in June, the vegetables seem to be full of flavour this year.
The flower of the day is a moody shot of a clematis, taken just after the storm abated this morning.
And in the absence of a flying bird, last night’s full moon, taken before the rain came, will have to do.
What a wonderful picture you took of the full moon and I liked the idea of eating wild raspberries, I’ll bet they were delicious
its been really muggy here today. very little rain but it has been in other places so it seems to be very sporadic. Nice early morning ride for me.
I should get out early more often but getting up is hard work at the moment.
Wow, superb full moon photo. Lovely clematis too. I remember eating wild raspberries, they were very sweet. Again, beautiful landscape.
They are delicious and there should be a very good crop this year.
The landscapes are beautiful as always, and so are the roses.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a fly that small and never on a lichen.
You’ve reminded me that I haven’t taken a photo of the moon in a long time. That’s a good one.
It certainly was tiny. Even when I knew where to look, it was very hard to find.
The roses on the fence by the veg garden are a delightful tangle. Lovely. Also rained here today – after 42ºC humidex the 2 1/2″ of rain in about 30 minutes should not have surprised me – but it did make me even crankier about the stupidly wet and hail-filled summer we’ve had. Worse to be a farmer who’s lost another crop, I know, but I still complain!
Once again, we got off lightly here. I am not surprised that you complain.
Love the rambler roses! And I agree with you that Mr Grumpy’s cousin is on the slim side, otherwise very charming.
I liked the mower he was standing on.
What a fabulous crane! Great shot of the moon and I’m glad that Mrs T’s garden largely stood up the the ravages of the storm.
I was pleasantly surprised by how well it had done. The rain really was heavy.
I can’t think of anything to say other than that I loved all the photos other than the drowned poppy. Sorry, it was a long, hot day here, and I’m whipped.
Get your feet up and rest.
I struggle enough with envisaging conventional measurements for things; gobstopper sized hailstones has me beat…it’s been a long time since I spent my pocketmoney on one of those delights – although there are some (mostly those I reside with) who think that’s more the pity 🙂 Mrs T’s rambling rose is gorgeous!
Golf balls are the more usual unit of measurement for hailstones.
What with home grown vegetables and wild raspberries, you are doing well.
Regarding your invisible communications mast, there are many things I turn a blind eye to in my locality and a few that I ought to notice before including them in my photos. My late mother-in-law’s favourite photo was one she took of her husband with a sign saying ‘Toilets’ just above his head.
The rambling rose is a picture!
I have several photos like that!
😀
The photos are always a pleasure, and your flowers and countryside looking lovely. Wild raspberries are a treat I used to collect as a youngster, as we had many growing up the hill from us. Our own domestic raspberry patch here died out, but I had two in pots which are now keeping the line going in half-barrels. Slowly rebuilding the herd…
The fly is tiny, and beautiful. Well camouflaged on the lichen.
I hope that your raspberries go from strength to strength.