Today’s guest picture was sent by Gavin, who was on holiday in the north when he took it. It shows part of the Ring of Brodgar, a Neolithic henge and stone circle about 6 miles north-east of Stromness on the Mainland, the largest island in Orkney.
Our spell of dry and windy weather continued today and is now stretching out into something slightly freakish for such a normally wet corner of Britain. The brisk north easterly winds are keeping the rain away but are also keeping the temperatures lower than you would expect for such sunny days.
The winds are battering the tulips and they are showing quite a bit of wear and tear.
Welsh poppies are popping up all over the garden in sheltered spots.
I was intending to go out for a rather longer cycle ride today but once I got going, the wind blew my determination away and I settled for a stately ride down to Canonbie and back.
I had another look at the spruce flowers on my way. It was hard to miss them as the whole tree is absolutely covered with them.
I was not the only one who thought that this might be a good day to sit down rather than rush about.
Everyone was at it.
All the same, I pedalled on as best I could until the heavy crosswinds knocked the stuffing out of me and then I pedalled on as slowly as I could, consistent with getting home in time for lunch.
I stopped to look at my three favourite trees…
…and a burst of blue flowers in the verge a little further on which weren’t there the last time I pedalled past.
I took quite a few more pictures of the wild flowers in the verges as I went past but the stiff wind meant that when I checked them on my computer at home, it turned out that they were too blurred to use. I had thought that this might be the case so I took a picture of a more stable scene near the end of my ride.
When I got home, I checked out the busy bees on the apple blossom.
There were an encouraging number of insects on the apples today.
Matilda has been kind enough to invite us to join her on a week’s holiday and we are going away tomorrow. The forecast is offering no sign of rain for the week while we are away so we thought it would be sensible to water the soft fruits before we went, just in case they got thirsty.
When we had finished, I had a look at the new euphorbia which Mrs Tootlepedal bought at Alnwick. It has settled in well.
I will try to take a better picture on a less windy day when we get back.
A little ornamental strawberry, hidden among other plants was blushing unseen until I poked about a bit.
Although many tulips have been dead headed and are now composting quietly in the new bin, some are just coming out.
When I checked my bike computer to see how I had done on my morning ride, I discovered that it had eaten the statistics and wouldn’t regurgitate them for my spreadsheet. This was a bit alarming so I put the computer on my slow bike and went out for a short run to see if it was still working.
I combined the test with a visit to the nuthatch tree and was able to catch a glimpse of one of the pair emerging from the nest…
It didn’t hang about and I waited for several minutes to see if it would return. I was just checking my phone to see how long I had waited, when I saw it return to the nest out of the corner of my eye. and I missed the picture opportunity. I shall come back in a week to see if they are still there.
I went over to the Lodge Walks on my way back….
…and was pleased to find them greening up nicely.
I tested the bike computer when I got home and it behaved perfectly, giving up its secrets without complaint. It must have been just one of those inexplicable blips which seem to affect all digital devices from time to time.
I had a moment to watch a redpoll on the feeder.
But I couldn’t spend too long watching nuthatches or redpolls as I had an appointment at the Health Centre for my annual asthma review (still living and breathing, as it turned out) but it is no hardship at all to have to walk across the Suspension Bridge on a day like today.
In the evening, Mike and Alison came as usual on a Friday and Alison and I battled away at some of our pieces, neither of us having done quite as much practice as maybe we should have done. Still, music is music and gives great pleasure even when it is not played absolutely perfectly.
The flying bird(s) of the day are an oyster catcher and a crow which passed over the garden in the early evening making a great commotion. It was hard to see who was chasing whom but we thought that the oyster catcher was mobbing the crow.