Today’s guest picture is another from my sister Mary’s Lake District visit. She had excellent weather and made good use of it. These colourful boats are at the Faeryland cafe on the edge of Grasmere
Our long spell of good weather has hit the buffers and the forecast for the next two weeks offers us a great many days with rain showers. Today started with that particular sort of unwelcoming rain that looks as though it has no intention of ever stopping so I was not too unhappy to have two hours to sit in the Welcome to Langholm office while it poured down outside.
I was able to get on with the business of putting a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database and do a crossword untroubled by floods of visitors demanding information or indeed, any visitors at all.
To be fair, Gavin, my successor in the Welcome hot seat, had three visitors almost before I had left the building but by then the rain had unexpectedly stopped.
I made some lentil soup for lunch and after we had eaten it (drunk it? sipped it? supped it?), Mrs Tootlepedal and I went off to a meeting at the Buccleuch Centre.
We were a bit hazy about the purpose of the meeting but it turned out to be an opportunity to thank volunteers. Rather ironically, considering my lack of welcoming activity in the morning, I received a handsome certificate for my welcoming volunteering. Mrs Tootlepedal would have received one for her work at the Buccleuch Centre if the organisers hadn’t mislaid the page with the volunteers from A to M on it. Still, the thought was there.
The rain was still in abeyance when we got home so I had a walk round the garden.
The hawkweed heads are getting more flowers on their clusters every day.
As are the astrantias.
On the paler version, each chief astrantia has a little coterie of less important flowers clustering round it.
The darker ones are more outstanding.
There is a fine clump of nectaroscordum under the plum tree which has just come out….
…and it caught my eye because it had a visitor.
The petals are beginning to come off the clematis at the back door (and are blowing into the house) but there are still plenty left to brighten up a grey day.
Since the rain continued to stay away, I thought that I might cycle up to Pool Corner with my duckling camera and see if the family was still about. They weren’t but this wasn’t surprising because when I looked over the wall beside the water, this fellow was there…
…and no sensible duckling hangs around when there is a heron about.
This looks like Mr Grumpy to me and he certainly wasn’t going to move from his perch just because I was nearby. He stood patiently while I walked round to get a better shot of where he was standing.
He is standing on the sluice which controls the water for the dam behind our house as it comes from the Wauchope at Pool Corner.
I checked to see if there were any ducklings to be seen in the Esk but there were none there either so I came home and put the keyboard part for a Haydn sonata which I am playing with my flute pupil Luke onto the computer so that the computer can accompany us when we have the thing mastered.
Luke appeared shortly afterwards and we put in some serious work on the first movement.
The rain was still holding off so Mrs Tootlepedal and I had a moment to walk round the garden.
Two sparrows were hanging onto our neighbour Liz’s wall, pecking away at the mortar between the stones.
It must be tastier than it looks.
I like the rosa complicata in the corner of the garden where it is set off by a philadelphus.
And Mrs Tootlepedal’s buttercuppy thing is looking very elegant. There is more in it than a first glance would make you think.
The honeysuckle under the walnut tree is just starting and it looks as though we should get a good show from it.
I came out into the garden for the last time after tea and a bee spent so much time sampling a lupin that I was able to go back in, get a camera, come out again and find it still at work. It was going methodically round each ring of flowers.
It was soon time to go up to play trios with Mike and Isabel and at this point, the rain started again so I abandoned my plan to cycle up and drove up in the car instead. We had a most enjoyable play although we all felt a bit tired before we started. This is a tribute to the rejuvenating power of music….and Mozart in particular.
Mr Grumpy is sitting in as flying bird of the day today.