End of the spell

glasgow tram

Today’s guest picture comes from my friend Bruce, who recently met this Glasgow tram at the Crich National Tramway Museum.  It gives a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘going to university’

glasgow tram

We had what is probably the last of our superbly sunny spring spell today.   As is all too common in life, instead of being out in the sun, I had to sit inside the Welcome to Langholm visitor centre for two hours in the morning as it has just opened for the new season.

At least I did get a couple of visitors to welcome and I was able to to spend some useful time putting a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database so, although I would have preferred to be out cycling, it wasn’t time wasted.

I was also in a  very good mood as Dropscone had come  round for an early cup of coffee before I went to work, bringing a mountain of drop scones with him.  These disappeared so quickly as we drank our coffee that we could only consider that they must have been of the very top quality.  Naturally, as Dropscone had made them.

When I got back, Mrs Tootlepedal was busy in the garden, having already put an undercoat of paint on another door upstairs.  I got the mower out and finished pressing the moss on the middle lawn and then I had a wander round.

There are a host of daffodils now…


…and new flowers as well.

bergenia and a mystery flower
A bergenia and a mystery flower. Mrs Tootlepedal can’t remember what it is called.
tulip and magnolia
Hints of things to come
A Pulsatilla, our entry into the hairiest plant of the year competition

The pond was alive in the sunshine.

A tadpole wriggles away from the heaving mass
A frog thinks of things.

After a late lunch and a quick look out of the window…

A forceful male berates an oncoming female chaffinch

…I did a bit more mowing and sieved some compost and then I got the fairly speedy bike out and went off to stretch my legs.

I went far enough to see how the alder catkins are doing….

alder catkins

…but I didn’t get too far before I remembered that a friend had told me this morning that the wild goats on Langholm Moor were feeding right beside the road and would make a good photo opportunity.  I went back home and picked up Mrs Tootlepedal and Mike Tinker and we went off on a goat hunt.

We saw the goats (Mike spotted them) but the phrase ‘beside the road’ did not spring to mind as they were grazing a good distance from us to say the least….

wild goats

…and they had managed to find the only spot on the moor where a photograph might be spoiled by electricity lines.

Even with the zoom at full blast, they were too far away but you could see their fine horns.

wild goats

We couldn’t wait about too long as I had to be home in time for my flute lesson.  We did stop for a moment on the way back because a small group of bird watchers were having a good time watching hen harriers and we wondered if they were in view.  There was only time for the briefest glimpse of a female before we had to move on.

After a glance at my favourite view….

Ewes valley

…and Mike’s cherry tree as we dropped him off…

cherry tree

…we got home in good time for another look round the garden….

The first aubretia has appeared

….and for my flute pupil Luke, who came for his lesson.  We are going to concentrate on tone production and technique for a week or two so I will have to practise hard myself if I am to set a good example.

The flower of the day is a scilla.  It is a pity that to get the best view of them, you have to be about three inches tall.


The flying bird of the day is a passing chaffinch.


Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

27 thoughts on “End of the spell

  1. Your unknown flower reminds me of a freesia, but I can’t be 100% sure that’s what it is.
    Nice job getting the male and female alder flowers in one photo. I always try but so far haven’t had much luck.
    With horns like those I think I’d be glad that the goats weren’t beside the road.

      1. The domesticated ones can be quite aggressive. A local friend here with a goat dairy said the buck (who had horns) once knocked her husband backwards into a pole, knocking him out when attempting to remove the buck from the ladies quarters. Her husband thought the buck was finished. The buck had other ideas. When he awoke, the buck was staring in his face. Satisfied the opponent had been vanquished, the buck finally let him up and moved along.

  2. Looks like you have had some glorious weather in Langholm this weekend and in fact you were probably warmer than us in San Jose but you are now going back to normal while we are heading for a week of +70F which is normal for here. Mind you when its nice weather in Scotland there is nowhere like it.

  3. All bright and shiny and beautiful with you. An uncle and aunt have just arrived from Stirling and they were singing the praises of the weekend weather in Scotland. They’re pleased to be here now though.

  4. I so admire what you do on this blog, Tom. I thought I could keep up with my own blogging and yours but, alas, I have succumbed lately to a rather annoying sadness and am struggling. All will be well and your posts are always a comfort. Thank you.

    1. I am very sorry to hear that you are suffering but I am not altogether surprised under the circumstances. Ally and I send you our best wishes. I really appreciate the fact that you have found the time and energy to put such a kind comment here.

  5. Great selection of daffodils and how fortunate to see goats. The photo of the Scilla is stunning.

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