The quiet spell continues

Lindisfarne monks carrying St Cuthbert's remains

Today’s guest picture is another from my brother and sister’s visit to the north east.  Once again it is transport picture but instead of bridges it shows Lindisfarne monks carrying St Cuthbert’s remains.  Apparently his remains travelled quite a lot

Lindisfarne monks carrying St Cuthbert's remains

We had a warm but rather grey day today, with occasional drizzle discouraging any great thoughts of being out and about.  I spent the morning disposing of coffee and treacle scones with Dropscone and mowing almost every blade of grass that I could see in the garden.  There was also a lot of dead heading heading to do and of course, time needed to be spent in solving today’s crossword.

There were moments of floral photography.

rosa wren

And a welcome butterfly arrival.

white butterfly
This is probably a small white

But generally things were rather wet and droopy.

poppy

It was warm enough to make me feel like having a pedal after lunch but once again I was too easily tempted into indolence by the prospect of a really exciting stage of the Tour de France.  This fully lived up to its billing though it was painful to see several high speed crashes as the rain poured down in France.

Because so many every day cyclists have at one time or another fallen off themselves, it makes watching other cyclists hitting the deck a very painful experience for the viewer so I certainly hope that they have better weather for the last mountain stage of the tour tomorrow.

I was just getting up to go for a pedal after the stage had finished when I looked out of the window to see quite heavy rain descending.  I didn’t feel very keen to go out on wet roads under the circumstances so I waited for the rain to stop and went for a short walk.

The rain held off while I went round Gaskell’s Walk and I stopped from time to time to peer at my surroundings.

Plants grow freely from a wall near Pool Corner.

A colourful wall at Meikleholm

Wild geraniums and a pretty purple plant that looks like a nettle have provided colour in the verges for a long time this year.

nettle and geranium

The chief colourist of the day was rosebay willowherb…

rosebay willowherb

…which could be seen on all sides.

rosebay willowherb

I saw some kind of  burr near Stubholm and was surprised to see that one head was quite colourful.

burr

I was hoping to see some fungi and I was not disappointed.  I couldn’t miss these two writhing heaps of fungi right beside the path.

fungus

And when I got near the park, I saw a flash of white among what looked like fallen leaves.  Closer examination showed that the ‘fallen leaves’ were a lot of mostly very low lying brown fungus and the white splash was the same fungus with mould on top of it.

fungus

Nearby an old tree stump is host to a few large and ancient fungi.

fungi on tree stump

High above my head, the noble fir was carrying some large cones….

noble fir

…and it is lucky that these cones don’t normally fall from the tree as they might well brain a passer by if they did.

Secretly I had hoped to feast on wild raspberries as I went along the track but a demon raspberry picker had been along before me and there were scant pickings left for me. I saw an example of the riches that I had missed…

wild raspberries

…but sadly the reason that these had been left was that they were well out of reach of even my long arms.

I took a moment to admire a flourishing hosta in our front garden when I got home…

hosta

…and the even more flourishing rambler rose on our back fence…

rambler rose

…before I went in to cook my tea.

In the evening, Mike and Alison came round and Alison and I put some hard work into a set of nine short pieces by Jean-Philip Rameau.  They are very promising but quite a lot more work will be needed before we can play them well.

It was too grey a day to spend time trying to catch a flying bird* so a near perfect Jacobite rose will have to stand by itself as flower of the day.

white rose

*Our bird feeder is still out of action as Mrs Tootlepedal quite fairly got fed up with the large flock of sparrows which it encouraged into the garden and which ate her vegetables as fast as she could grow them.  It will return, I hope, after the growing season is over.

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

20 thoughts on “The quiet spell continues

  1. Much as I admire the TDF and its riders, I have been unable to see much of the event itself, work etc., but I really enjoyed an eight minute version of the whole thing I found on the internet this morning. How those guys do it beats me! And yourself, 100 miles in seven hours, I am in total awe. Keep pedalling. Cheers.

  2. Lindisfarne makes a great mead which I have had. The history of St. Cuthbert was quite interesting.

    Still very colorful there, and the flowers are lovely. Red raspberries sound like a good side dish along with those scones.

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