Today’s guest picture was sent by our daughter Annie and shows the ‘fruits’ of her labours in her allotment. She benefits from being 300 miles south of us so she is well ahead in her growing season.
After two days of rain, as recorded by our scientific rain gauge….
…we were treated to a pleasantly sunny day today which was very welcome. Somewhat less welcome was the boisterous wind that came with the sunshine.
As I haven’t cycled at all in June so far, I would have liked to have made use of the sunshine to put a few miles in but just as I am not supposed to cycle up steep hills with my new knee, it is probably not a good idea to cycle long distances into a very strong wind. I made the sensible choice and cycled up and down the four miles to Cleuchfoot three times so that I got a break from the wind every four miles.
The wind was gusting at well over 30 mph and I was grateful for the shelter offered by the Wauchope valley but I still had to pay attention, as once or twice I was buffeted by an unexpected gust that threatened to tip me into the gutter. All the same, it was good to be out on the bike and there were plenty of excuses to stop and take a picture.
I saw a crop of fungus by a rotten tree branch…
…and the first signs of wild irises and hedge roses. There are a lot of thistles around.
An old friend was once again standing on the sluice for the dam at Pool Corner.
The road to Cleuchfoot is a picture on a day like today.
Mrs Tootlepedal was at work in the garden when I got back and I walked around to see what there was to see. The rain and wind had done remarkably little damage but I was grateful for a lost petal on a poppy that gave me a good view of the internal workings of the flower.
There were quite a lot more bees and hoverflies about today and I spent some time chasing them but the strong wind blowing the flowers about made finding a bee still enough to photograph almost impossible.
There were several tree bumble bees about and I think this is the first year that we have seen them in our garden so I have put them in in spite of being a bit fuzzy.
I had more luck after lunch with a frog in the pond. (With apologies to my Blackpool reader who really doesn’t like frogs at all.)
I mowed the front and middle lawns and then enjoyed the sight of the orange hawkweeds turning their faces to the sun…
…before waving Mrs Tootlepedal goodbye as she went off with an armful of books to visit a friend recovering from a badly broken leg.
Once she had gone, I got my walking poles out and headed off for a walk to summit of Warbla (275m).
I was walking up the track through the fields at the Stubholm when I was confronted by a small animal standing firmly in the middle of the road giving me a hard stare. I got my camera out, fully expecting that it would run away before I could focus and was greatly surprised when it headed straight towards me.
It paused for a moment a few yards in front of me to get a proper picture taken and then plopped gently into the bushes beside the track. I am not an expert on wildlife but I think it was a young brown hare.
I passed a number of hawthorn bushes on my way to the open hill. The glorious blossom of a week or so ago has gone but they are still interesting to look at….
…to me at any rate.
I plodded on up the track, greatly aided by my walking poles, and was soon able to look back on some splendid views. I took a panorama from the summit and those who wish can click on the picture to get a better view.
I had a bit of difficulty using the camera as the wind was so brisk that my eyes were perpetually full of tears but I took a more conventional shot as well.
(I might have used a filter on that picture.)
I could also make out the oldest graveyard in the town, lying beside the Kirk Wynd (up which the horsemen gallop on Common Riding day).
The church (now demolished) that stood beside the graveyard had no flooring and parishioners who wanted to keep their feet dry on muddy days had to bring their own plank to rest their feet on.
I couldn’t get a very sharp picture of it because although the churchyard wasn’t moving, the strong wind meant that the slightly tottery photographer on the top of the hill was waving about a lot.
The ridge leading from the summit to the west was covered in bog cotton to the extent that it almost looked as though it had snowed.
On my way down, I took a view of the monument on Whita Hill where I had walked last week.
I got back just after Mrs Tootlepedal had returned from her sick visit so we had a cup of tea and I finished the crossword.
After our evening meal, we went up to the town to sing with a small choir that has been formed to sing three songs in the Common Riding concert. Various commitments meant that many prospective members weren’t there but there were enough of us there to have a go and I had the pleasure of singing the bass line for change, as there were no other basses present. Luckily, it was quite an easy line and didn’t go too low.
The flying bird of the day is a bee leaving a philadelphus.