Today’s guest picture, sent to me by her mother Clare, shows Matilda having fun in the Botanic gardens in Edinburgh this morning.
We were promised a wonderful day of sunshine here today but when I set off to fill the Moorland bird feeders after breakfast, the hills were covered with clouds. By the time that I had got to the bird hide, the clouds were beginning to burn off….
…and by the time that I had filled the feeders, it was indeed a lovely day.
A pheasant had found a comfortable place on the roof of the hide to enjoy the sun.
I was acting as a substitute feeder filler for Sandy who is on holiday in Greece and I thought that I would spend a little time watching birds while I was at the hide. Sadly, there were very few birds indeed to watch, just a couple of siskins and a woodpecker.
I have never seen so few birds there.
I didn’t stay long but an indication of the heat of the sun, even this early in the day, was given by these sheep, wisely seeking the available shade as I went back down the road.
My trip wasn’t wasted though because I was waylaid by Skippers Bridge on my way home and forced to take a few pictures.
I went from far….
…and finally, to quite close.
I looked downstream before I moved on…
…and could have stayed much longer if I hadn’t had an appointment at the health centre to get some stitches taken out.
The stitch removal went well and I now look a lot less like Frankenstien’s nephew than I have been lately which is a relief.
I was pottering about in the garden when I got back, getting ready to take a flower picture or two when I was hailed from the road.
“Someone’s here to see your garden,” came the cry.
It was Glyn, a regular blog reader from Langholm and his wife Liz. They had a friend from Blackpool with them and Glyn told me that she reads the blog every day. I think that this must indeed be true because when I invited the party in to see the garden, she knew all about it to the extent of hoping not to see any frogs in the pond (she doesn’t like frogs at all), recognising the well cropped topiary chicken and the garden bench with poppies…
…and best of all, showing a proper appreciation of the compost bins. It was a slightly strange experience showing someone who knew the garden so well round it but she said that visiting the real garden was a lot better than just looking at pictures of it so that was very satisfactory.
Her name was Mrs Hendry and by coincidence, it turned out that she had left Langholm at about the same time as we came to live in the town. I took her picture with Glyn and Liz and Glyn told her that she will now be world famous, which I suppose is true in a certain way of looking at things.
It was a real treat for me to meet such an appreciative reader and garden enthusiast.
When they left to have a coffee in the Buccleuch Centre, I stayed in the garden and looked around.
Mrs Tootlepedal went off to buy some garden supplies and I sieved some compost to put on her vegetable beds.
It was well over 20°C by now so I didn’t spend too much time in the garden, though it was very tempting to stay outside on such a lovely day.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to visit Matilda in Edinburgh and I went off to visit the nuthatches. They were very busy taking food in and taking the rubbish out when they came to the nest.
I spent quite a bit of time trying to get a good shot from different angles…
…with varying success…
…and found it quite difficult to move away from the nest. When it is busy as you always feel that as soon as you go, the perfect photo opportunity will arrive behind your back.
However, I did move on but I took a picture of the whole tree that the nest is in before I left…
…and as I was in tree mode, I took a picture of another impressive tree not far away.
Mrs Tootlepedal is very impressed by the inherent strength in trees that enables them to support such heavy branches at such angles.
I pedalled on past the Kilngreen (without seeing any interesting birds) and up to Pool Corner where I checked on the slow worm hotel there…
…before heading home for a cup of tea and a bit of cool shade indoors.
While I was inside, and being grateful for the good insulation of our ground floor, I spent a little time putting a week of the newspaper index into the database, a job I usually reserve for wet days. Then I worked on the music for our concert tomorrow before having a tasty cheese flan which Mrs Tootlepedal had made in the morning and left for my tea.
After tea, Susan turned up and we went off to Carlisle to play with our recorder group. We have decided to play less frequently than we used to as we felt that perhaps we were getting a little stale after many years of playing almost every week. This turned out to be a good idea as we thoroughly enjoyed our evening of playing….and luckily there were still the usual excellent biscuits to go with our post playing cup of tea.
We have one or two more very hot days to go before the weather is forecast to break and I will doubtless soon be back from complaining that it is too hot to complaining that it is too cold.
I did see a passing gull while I was at the Kilngreen and even though it was passing quite far away, it is the flying bird of the day.