Today’s guest picture comes from my friend Bruce who is on an elephant hunt in Sheffield.
We had another lovely day today, with wall to wall sunshine accompanied by gentle temperatures ideal for those who don’t do too well in the heat. The only fly in the ointment was a brisk and bullying wind which put any thoughts of cycling out of my mind.
I was quite happy about this in one way, as it let me sample the traditional Friday treacle scone couriered in by Dropscone on his bike while taking a short break from his incessant golfing activity. He joined me for coffee while we disposed of the scones. They were very good.
When he left, I went out into the garden and enjoyed the sight of butterflies hanging on to wildly waving buddleias for dear life.
I was amazed that they had the strength to hold on.
After the usual dead heading, I set about compost Bin D with a view to sieving as much of it as I could over today and tomorrow because the constant activity of Attila the Gardener over the past weeks has meant that Bin A is full to overflowing and a transfer process needs to be put into motion very soon.
Luckily, the compost is in good condition and sieves well so I made good progress both before and after lunch. Our robin took a close interest in the garden activities.
Mrs Tootlepedal dug up a couple of potato plants and the robin took advantage of this…
…checking to see if we had any objection to worm hunting.
After I had done enough sieving, I had a wander round the garden clipping off all the hosta flowers which are now over, leaving just a set of new white ones under the plum tree.
The plums are looking very good and supplying us with a steady stream of ripe fruit to eat….
…and Mrs Tootlepedal has been cosseting the Golden Syllabub rose with good results.
At the other end of the garden the curiously named lobelia is also doing very well.
The warm sunshine had encouraged enough grass to grow to make it worth mowing the front and middle lawns for the second day running. Mrs Tootlepedal was impressed by the amount of grass that came off as she thought that perhaps I was wasting my time. Regular mowing works wonders though and both the lawns are looking good.
We sat for a while on a bench in the garden, enjoying the sunshine and feeling that life wasn’t too bad at all and then after a cup of tea and a biscuit, I went off for a short walk.
I took a familiar route down by the river and enjoyed the large number of wagtails that were flitting about over the water or standing on rocks on the shore.
I crossed the Town Bridge and came upon bigger birds flying along the Ewes Water at the Kilngreen.
I looked in vain for any oyster catchers but they seem to have moved on, probably fed up by being harassed by paparazzi.
I walked over the Sawmill Brig and up the Lodge Walks, keeping an eye out for fungus. One of the conifers that is being felled had many fungi growing in its cracks and crevices.
I think that perhaps the number of trees that blew over in last winter’s gales have made the estate keep a close eye on the health of their woodlands. The Lodge Walks are much used by both cars and walkers and although only the Sawmill Bridge got slightly damaged by falling trees last winter, there might easily have been a worse outcome.
In the picture above you can see the remains of another felled tree on the Castleholm but there are also several little fenced enclosures where new trees have been planted to replace the ones that are gone. The enclosure will protect the trees from grazing sheep.
As I strolled on, I stopped to take pictures of the three different heads on a single umbellifer…
…a selection of berries….
…and another set of aged fungus high in a tree.
It was a beautiful evening and the wind had begun to calm down a bit so it was a great pleasure to be out and about.
At one stage, I thought that the path I was following was covered by a thick carpet of fallen leaves. This seemed strange as the trees round about still had leaves on them but a close look revealed that they were not leaves at all but probably the wings of lime trees carrying the seeds to the ground.
I got home to be greeted by a trio of starlings sitting on the wires above the garden.
Considering that they were within a few feet of each other and I stood in the same place to take all three pictures, it is odd how different the sky looks in each portrait.
Mrs Tootlepedal made good use of the plum tree’s bounty for tea and we enjoyed a pudding of baked plums on toast, glazed with sugar and butter, made in the oven and topped off with some custard. Delicious.
In the evening, we were joined by Mike and Alison and Alison and I enjoyed ourselves playing flute and keyboard pieces in a somewhat haphazard but always enjoyable manner.
The flower of the day is a very fine small fuchsia which Mrs Tootlepedal bought for me at the Gardener’s World show in Birmingham earlier this summer…
…and the flying bird is a black headed gull.
23 thoughts on “Getting the wind up”
It is always a pleasure to take a walk or do most anything outdoors when a bullying wind dies down.
For elderly cyclists bullying winds are the complete pits.
Good to see you are training up the young robin so well.
It will doubtless continue to take a lading role in the blog.
The expression on the face of the black headed gull (the eye) is priceless. If it were human, I wonder what it was thinking?
Who is that nitwit staring at me?
The robin looks like he wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.
I can only think of startling to describe the color of the lobelia. My color finding software calls it orchid. Our natives are blue or red.
That’s a beautiful view of the hill. It looks like a little slice of heaven on earth.
It would have been good to have had the time to have been up on the hill looking down but I can’t do everything.
Robins don’t miss a trick! 🙂
This one certainly didn’t.
If I could bring myself to take any interest in gardening, a fuchsia is what I would plant, that one is very pretty.
You pictures are all wonderful coloured. The windblown butterflies are my fav today.
They are surprisingly tough.
Glad to hear you have such a good crop of plums.
Lovely photos to share a lovely day! That robin is keeping a sharp eye on all the gardening activities probably giving marks out of tem too! I think you both get a star! Any ash die back in those glorious woods?
I don’t think that we have ash die back here yet.
There are so many wonderful images of so many varied subjects in this post that it’s hard to remember them all! Not only that, but what you had for tea sounded absolutely heavenly. I’m not going to attempt to pick a favorite bird, butterfly, flower, or anything else for that matter, but I will say that the image of hill does stand out a little, it seems to be of a different style than most of your landscapes.
The baked plums were good. They will reappear on the menu soon.
The lobelia is an unusual and very beautiful color. Love the little robin helping himself to worms, and the fine collection of photos from your travels. The aged fungus up in the tree is particularly striking.
The robin is quite fearless and it is a treat to have to boobing around us in the garden.
We recently saw lime seed-wings and thought them leaves as well. They had carpeted the path we were walking on. Your fuchsia is very pretty and I liked seeing the butterflies getting to grips with your buddleia flowers. Nice seagull shots too!
The wings had certainly fallen in great quantities.
I chuckled at the first photo of your robin, what a look he’s giving you!