Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary and shows the Round Pond in Kensington Gardens.
I spent the morning preparing posters and taking pictures up to the Information Hub in the High Street. There I met with Corrie and Sandy from the Camera Club who brought yet more pictures and together we hung just over forty photographs to make up the annual summer exhibition of the Langholm Camera Club.
We were pleased with the end result and when the others left, I stayed on as it was my week for purveying information to any visitors who might come into the hub. I was not rushed off my feet.
It was one of those days when the combination of a poor weather forecast and unreliable weather made it hard to plan ahead so when I got home I took advantage of a dry spell to mow the front and middle lawns and help Mrs Tootlepedal with some gardening tasks.
I found time to admire the flowers too.
I can’t stop looking at the roses.
After being late in arriving, the pink poppies are now falling over themselves to impress us.
The second wave of clematis is in full swing.
And in the back border, I could see the first flowers on a buddleia and a fine knapweed.
And nearby, the picture is white.
All this led to a rather late lunch.
We went out into the garden again after lunch and Mrs Tootlepedal showed me some very curious fungus growing under the variegated elderberry.
She also pointed out that the annual nasturtium has tripartite seeds just like the perennial one even though they look quite different.
The were very few birds and only two white butterflies about in the garden but once again there were plenty of bees.
After looking at the weather rather dubiously for a while, I made the bold decision that the forecast rain must have past us by so I picked up a camera or two and went for a walk.
I stopped as I turned out of the garden to record the richness of the floral borders of the dam behind the house.
The clouds were of the looming variety so I settled for my favourite short walk and soon saw a couple of oyster catchers tip toeing along, pretending that they weren’t really there.
A passing duck laughed at their naivety.
Mr Grumpy was standing on a rock in the middle of the river.
I walked on to the Kilngreen and after admiring the many gulls in flight…
…I went up to the van in the car park there and bought an ice cream. I was just chatting to the vendor when he remarked that it looked as though some heavy rain was on its way. As I had no coat on, I finished the last of my cornet and walked briskly on. It didn’t take me long to wish that I had got a coat on as heavy rain began to fall.
I wasn’t feeling very tough so I sheltered under a convenient tree and called the MTRS* and she kindly drove round and picked me up. Needless to say, the sun came out as soon we got home a few minutes later. Still, it didn’t take long before it started to rain again. It was that sort of day.
By the time that I had gone to our corner shop to pay my bill, I hadn’t got long to wait before my flute pupil Luke turned up. We hadn’t played for a few weeks so it was good to get back to work. We played a Loeillet trio sonata with the computer providing the accompaniment and considering that the computer is very unforgiving in the matter of tempo, we did well to play all four movements with only a very few stops and starts.
The forecast looks a little better for tomorrow so I hope to get back on my bike again.
The flying bird of the day is a black headed gull from my truncated walk.
*MTRS: The Mrs Tootlepedal Rescue Service, vital for distressed cyclists and walkers.