Today’s guest picture shows a miniature room (about one eighth in size) which my brother encountered in Nunnington Hall in Yorkshire. It is part of a collection which has an interesting history which can be found here.
We had another very grey and muggy day in Langholm and I might easily have wasted it if I hadn’t responded to a call from Scott, the minister. He was hoping for some company on a thirty mile(ish) cycle ride and had put a post on Facebook to make this known. As it involved getting up very promptly and going out while it was still gloomy and drizzling slightly, I amazed myself by managing to be at the starting point on time.
We were joined by a third rider, Chuck, and set off feeling a bit gloomy about the prospects for the ride but, after a while, the drizzle stopped and we had pleasant conditions although the roads remained wet which made for cautious progress downhill.
I was the slowest of the threesome but luckily Scott and Chuck took turns to provide a windbreak for me as we pedalled the first fourteen miles into the wind and I managed to keep up with their hep and forbearance. Once we turned and had a more helpful breeze behind us, I was even able to take one or two short turns at the front.
I am not used to cycling with other people and I had to work much harder than I usually do so I was very glad when we stopped for a breather near the border. An odd sound over a hedge made me investigate.
There was a large crowd among the stubble.
There must have been nearly a hundred geese there. I don’t know what sort they are so perhaps a knowledgeable reader can help me out.
Luckily Chuck had had a vigorous pedal yesterday so he was quite pleased to slow down a bit as we neared the end of the 36 mile ride and I got back home tired but happy.
I was thinking of a walk with Sandy in the afternoon but he had gone off to Carlisle (where the weather was sunny) and while I was quite sorry to miss him, my legs were quite happy about it.
I used the afternoon to catch up both on some business and the Tour of Britain. It was too wet to mow any grass so Mrs Tootlepedal and I had a quiet walk round the garden doing some desultory dead heading as we went.
An odd clematis flower has appeared from nowhere and an astrantia has poked up a very late flower head.
In spite of the damp conditions, there were bees and butterflies to be seen.
And other insects too.
But mostly there were just soggy flowers to look at.
I had a spin up to the High Street on the slow bike to post a letter and do a little business and that was the extent of the afternoon excitement as it started to rain again not long after I got back.
I picked almost the last of the plums during the day but as the apples are just getting ready to be picked, we will not be short of fruit.
The flower of the day is one of the dahlias….
And the flying bird of the day really was flying a few seconds before I took this picture….
…and a few seconds after I took this one.