Today’s guest picture comes from my brother. He has got back from Belgium and us visiting Hartlepool with my oldest sister. They went to see the transporter bridge at Middlesborough and for the price of 60p each way, they crossed over and back.
We had a nearly perfect summer day today, with sensible temperatures even in the sunshine. This enabled me to do some useful gardening in the morning (when I wasn’t drinking coffee with Sandy) which included some dead heading, a bit of propping up a flagging rose, some clipping of box balls and a first dose of compost sieving for Bin D.
A reader recently complained that there have not been enough exciting compost bin pictures lately so here is Bin A being instantly refilled by the ever busy gardener and Bin B, shut up for a while before the next compost convulsion.
From time to time, I wandered around with my camera.
Not all the flowers are outside. Mrs Tootlepedal cuts the sweet peas.
I spent quite a bit of time sorting through my pictures to find six for our forthcoming camera club exhibition. They printed out very well which was a relief as often pictures seem magically to print out very differently from how they appear on screen.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to visit Matilda in Edinburgh and had a good time there and I allowed myself the luxury of snoozing in front of the telly while cycling heroes completed the mountain time trial in the Tour de France.
I was so tired watching them by the time that they finished that I decided to limit my own cycling to a single mile first along the river, then over three bridges and quickly back home.
I saw my oyster catchers at the usual spot where the dam from behind our house eventually enters the River Esk. I suspect that it must carry some extra nourishment down with it as the oyster catchers seem very busy pecking away there.
A few yards away there was a disturbance. Looking around I saw that it was being caused by a young wagtail demanding food from its parent.
I pedalled on and looked over the Town Bridge to see Mr Grumpy standing on a rock.
He must have been behaving as he wasn’t being harassed by gulls today.
When I got back, I mowed the middle lawn and then had another look round for some interesting flowers. Mrs Tootlepedal has planted out dahlias all over the garden and this one was at the end of the lawn which I was mowing.
Nearby a crocosmia has reared its head.
And we are getting flocks of phlox.
The Rosa Wren has not been flowering profusely to say the least, but when the flowers do come, they are worth waiting for.
On the other hand, there are a large number of knapweed flowers.
In the evening, Susan picked me up and we went to Carlisle to play with our recorder group. There were only four of us instead of our usual five and as a result we played a lot of music that we don’t play very often which was a treat.
As a sign of the turning of the year, Susan had to put the car lights on as we drove home. Tempus fugit.
No flying bird of the day today I am afraid but that pink poppy makes a reappearance as floating flower of the day.