Today’s guest picture is another from the treasure trove of lovely pictures that my sister Mary took on her Lake District holiday. This one was taken while she was having elevenses in Grange.
I have gone well over my self imposed picture limit today for which I apologise as I realise that readers are busy people with lives to lead but on this occasion I was overtaken by sunshine and couldn’t help it.
The morning was cool and breezy so I was happy to get up quite early (for me) and put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database before breakfast. After breakfast, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to weed the Kirk bridge with our friend Nancy.
I had a look round the garden after she had gone and spent quite a bit of time trying to get pictures of a bee on the comfrey.
Although it was a rather subdued morning, some plants still managed to produce a bit of zing.
Others were more refined.
But my favourite shot was this droplet bespangled web between two plants.
I went down to watch the weeders at work and wielded a hoe myself for a while. Then it was time to cycle home via the corner shop and make a cup of coffee for Mrs Tootlepedal who soon went off to Hawick for an Embroiderers’ Guild committee meeting. She knows how to have fun.
After she had gone, I had another look round the garden.
New flowers are arriving and these two show that Mrs Tootlepedal likes flowers that others might keep out of their gardens as weeds.
I had my lunch and settled down to some serious music practice. I must say that trying to get everything sorted for two concerts at the end of the week is making my head hurt a bit but I am sticking in and hope to be reasonably ready when the time comes.
As a break from singing and tootling, I went back into the garden and did some therapeutic mowing, getting the drying green, the greenhouse grass and the front lawn done in one go.
When Mrs Tootlepedal came back from Hawick, it was time for a cup of tea and a biscuit and as we drank and nibbled, we were very entertained by family life outside the kitchen window.
A blackbird was having a really hard time trying to feed a worm to a very large youngster.
The youngster kept dropping the worm and after several fruitless attempts, the mother got fed up and flew off, leaving the youngster looking very disgruntled.
There were families of starlings about too. Some posing prettily in the elder….
…and others making a mess of my lawn again.
I liked the sight of the youngster in the middle getting sound pecking advice from its mother.
After a grey day with occasional rain, things had now brightened up to such an extent that I was compelled to go out for a walk up a hill and as you can’t go for a walk up a hill without taking pictures, this accounts for today’s glut of photos.
Mrs Tootlepedal kindly drove along the road to Whitshiels and from there I walked three and a bit miles to the top of Whita Hill and back down to the town. The first part of the route took me up a track and across fields with a lot to see as I went….
The hillside was speckled with tormentil.
I would have stopped and taken some views at this point had it not been for the looming presence of a herd of cows…..
…who looked curiously at me as I skulked round the edge of their pasture but decided that I was not worth a closer look. Phew.
I got much closer to another local resident.
Once up the track and across the fields, I joined the road and decided not to take advantage of this bench….
…but pressed on to the White Yett and then up the track to the monument.
From the top of the hill, I phoned Mrs Tootlepedal to let her know that I had reached that point safely and although she was a mile away in the middle of the town….
…I jumped about so vigorously that she could pick me out with the naked eye.
It was a good clear day by now and the view from the top is one of my favourites.
Looking in the other direction, the view down to the Solway is now interrupted by the new windmills at Gretna.
They were earning their keep in the brisk breeze today.
I had my walking poles with me and they were certainly very helpful in pushing me up the hill but they were even more helpful in stopping me falling down the hill. The track down the front of the hill is quite steep in places.
By the time that I had got down to the golf course, I was back in hawthorn country…
…and they lined the track back to the town.
A little patch of rhododendrons near the second green on the golf course provided a colourful contrast to the hawthorns.
I took a picture of the weed free Kirk Bridge as I passed….
…and arrived home feeling less tired and a lot more cheerful than I had been when i set out.
I did think about going out again after tea because the evening was so lovely….
…but the call of music and photo editing kept me at home.
The forecast for tomorrow is for a fine, calm day. I hope that it is right because it is the last day of the month and I would like to add a few miles to my monthly total for May.