Today’s guest picture is the last from our days of guests in the south. Sally and Richard took us to see Salisbury Cathedral which was looking at its best on a glorious afternoon.
Our weather here was far from glorious today but there was a lot to do so we ignored it. Attila the gardener was attacking a philadelphus with enormous vigour and a pair of sharp loppers and I spent some time collecting the debris and shredding as much as I could.
I did find a moment to consider once again what a variety of poppies came out of Mrs Tootlepedal’s two mixed packets of seed.
Even two growing side by side have slight differences.
The bees don’t mind though. They love them all.
The chief business of the day was a visit to Edinburgh to see Matilda and her parents and on this occasion instead of going to Lockerbie, we drove to Tweedbank and caught a train on the Borders Railway.
It takes a little longer but there are many more trains to choose from so we were able to give ourselves a little time in the city before going to see TWGSP.
Mrs Tootlepedal did some shopping and I wandered up to the Royal Mile. The Edinburgh Festival Fringe is in full swing and part of the street is closed to traffic and open to fringe performers and artists of all sorts. It is a popular venue.
Apart from the pervasive commercial advertising for the sponsor, it was a cheerful scene.
There were clowns of course (there always are).
And people doing curious things.
There was no room for shrinking violets among those pushing their shows.
There were some surprises.
The most impressive thing that I saw was not among the artists.
The pilot of this pedal rickshaw had just pedalled his two passengers up The Mound, a fearsomely steep hill. He was very pleased to be detained by a traffic light at the top.
The doorway of St Giles Cathedral looked down on all the fun and games.
I met up with Mrs Tootlepedal and we went off to spend a very pleasant few hours with Matilda. Included in the fun was a trip to the shops.
The sheer joy that Matilda gets from being wheeled round the shop in a supermarket trolley brightened up the grey day though.
A light installation under the railway viaduct over our road back to Waverley Station was quite bright too.
The trip ended on a rather downbeat note as we drove home from Tweedbank through persistent drizzle as the light faded but we got home safely (and just in time to watch some of the track cycling events from the Olympics).
The flower of the day is a multiple in a colourful corner.