Today’s guest picture shows the west face of Hereford Cathedral. My brother likes imposing church buildings.
Having had their little bit of fun yesterday, the weather gods were in a cheerier mood today and helped me out.
After breakfast, Mrs Tootlepedal was looking out of the kitchen window when she thought that she saw a most unusual bird visiting the fatballs. A second look showed that it didn’t have feathers but fur.
I went out to see of I could get a close up but it scurried off so I looked for new flowers instead. I found a relatively new purchase and an old friend.
There were many pleasures to be seen but the current star of the show is this rhododendron which is at its peak.
It sits in a colourful corner.
I had to sit for a couple of hours in the Welcome to Langholm office this morning, receiving tourists at the exact rate of one per hour. I wasn’t bored though as I was able to put two weeks of the newspaper index into the Archive Database and as it was raining outside for quite a bit of the time, I felt very content.
When I got home, the rain had relented and I was able to walk round the garden where Mrs Tootlepedal was hard at work.
It was genuinely warm and for the first time this year, there was no nip in the air at all, just a balmy breeze. The plants are enjoying themselves.
I took a picture of a not very impressive flower…
…but it is a significant arrival as it the first rose of summer.
I took another picture of that colourful corner.
I often take close ups of flowers but there are some nice clusters of colour to be enjoyed too.
After lunch, the weather was warm and the rain had gone away so we hung the washing out and then I went off for a short pedal down to Canonbie and back.
I had hardly got started before I had to stop when I saw an old friend at Pool Corner.
There were plenty of wild flowers to distract me as I pedalled along…
…and many small butterflies flitting about too but none of them would stay still long enough for me to get my camera out so I stopped trying to catch one of them and stuck to the flowers.
The verges are rich in cow parsley at the moment…
…and some of the fields are full of buttercups…
…so my trip was very easy on the eye.
It was pleasantly warm and I was able to get my vitamin D dose through my knees. This was a treat for me but maybe a bit of a shock for any passers by. Cycling is so much easier when it is warm and even the wind doesn’t seem to bother you so much. It was quite breezy out in the country and I was able to cycle uphill back home from the bottom of Canonbie much faster than I had cycled down there into the wind.
I stopped to look at the church at Canonbie….
…and then I stopped again while I was in the village to visit a friend from our choir who has recently had a bad fall and is currently laid up with a broken leg. She was remarkably cheery under the circumstances and even seeing me in my cycling shorts couldn’t dent her good humour.
There were one or two dark clouds in the offing so I didn’t dawdle on the way back from Canonbie and I got home in time for another walk round the garden…
…while Mrs Tootlepedal got the washing in and then with perfect timing it started to rain just as we sat down for a cup of tea.
In the evening my flute pupil Luke came and when he showed marked improvement in playing quietly in a sustained manner, I accused him of practising at home, an accusation which he didn’t deny. He is an excellent pupil.
We played all four movements of a trio sonata for treble recorder and flute by Loeillet with only one hiccup. While we played, we were accompanied by my computer on the harpsichord, one of the wonders of technology for which I am very grateful.
After tea, I went off to play trios with Isabel and Mike and had another enjoyable musical time.
Before I went home, I popped into the Archive Centre to print out some more sheets for the eager data miners who are happily piling up work for me. Sandy, who enters data too, is on holiday in Greece so I will have to pull my socks up when it comes to entering the data in the database and try to do his share as well as mine.
The non flying bird of the day is Mr Grumpy who quietly sat by the water and let me get quite close.