No guest picture of the day today but a picture of the road where I was staying as a guest of my sister Susan overnight before our journey back to Langholm.
It was a warm morning in Kentish Town in North London but somehow, although it was sunny and however quiet and tree lined the road was as I went to buy a pint of milk for our breakfast, it didn’t quite have the allure and sparkle of Marseille.
Susan lives in a quiet corner of the busy city and I like this elegant way of stopping cars driving past a primary school near her house.
Mrs Tootlepedal was staying with my sister Mary a few hundred yards away and we met up after breakfast and after a restful pause we caught the bus down to Euston and the train up to Carlisle.
We met a friend on the train and when we found that we had some time to spare before we could catch the bus to complete the last leg of our journey, we went into a Mexican restaurant with him and had a cup of coffee along with some with French fries with a sour cream dip, as one does in Carlisle, before finally getting home.
The garden looked surprisingly well.
The dahlias were surviving, although a lot of dead heading is needed.
And the usual suspects were also doing not too badly.
There were a number of blackbirds about…
…looking quite well fed. This may explain where almost all of the rowan berries have gone during our absence.
The lawns needed mowing but I left that that for tomorrow and after we had unpacked, we had a meal of baked potatoes followed by baked apples, both from the garden. If you can’t be sitting out in the evening sunshine beside the old port in Marseille eating fish, sitting in and eating food from your own garden is a good substitute.
For each of the next few days, I am going to fill out one of the brief reports which I posted from my phone while we were away, adding photos that I took with my Lumix. Those who would like to see more details of our French holiday can start with the first day post by clicking on this link: Marseille:Day One.
The flower of the day is one of Mrs Tootlepedal’s favourite dahlias.