Today’s guest picture comes from our daughter Annie who is in Devon where they make walls in their own particular way.
I was expecting to retire to bed at my usual time last night and to get up in the morning to be greeted by what would be, from my point of view at least, a rather depressing election result but we turned on the the telly late in the evening to get the exit poll result and it was so unexpected that I found myself still sitting glued to the telly seven hours later at 5.30 in the morning.
Mrs Tootlepedal had cracked and gone off at 3.30 but I stayed up until the final result was almost certain. For those interested in this sort of thing, I chiefly watched the ITV election coverage and it was excellent; calm, with no gimmicks, with excellent guests and with a pleasingly light and un-portentous touch….and much to my surprise for a commercial channel, with no interruptions for advertisements all night.
As far as the results went, my feelings were mixed. On the whole though, I am quite pleased that the results both in Scotland and the UK in general look as though they might force politicians to pay a little more attention to the voters and a little less to their own MPs, financial backers and media barons so that should be a good thing. Readers of the blog from abroad can have no notion of how truly terrible much of the British press is, with no commitment to balance, truth, fairness or even the well being of its readers. If this election has knocked a little bit off the influence of the press barons, that can only be a good thing.
Anyway, getting up after only three hours sleep meant that I have been a bit tired and emotional today and I even turned down the chance of treacle scones as I was still in my dressing gown at coffee time and, in the end, only got dressed after lunch.
When I did get dressed, it was into my cycling clothes though and I went out for a 27 mile gentle spin up and down the road to Cleuchfoot in a brisk wind, stopping for photo opportunities.
There was still plenty of water in the Wauchope……
…and in the Bigholms Burn too.
When I went down to see the cascade at Bessie Bell’s, I passed a small group of friends hobnobbing.
The wind wasn’t quite as strong as two days ago and I got a better shot of a wild iris as a result.
This little ride took me over 2000 miles for the year and in spite of a very light cycling month in June so far, I am on schedule for my annual target.
When I got home, Mrs Tootlepedal was at work in the garden and I took a walk round to look at the results of her work.
The pale peonies are just getting going.
And there are more still to come.
I had fun looking at irises.
And the weigela.
The honeysuckle is looking good this year….
…and it is a good place to look for bees.
…of which there were a lot more to be heard and seen in the garden today.
This one was on the lupins by the front lawn.
A combination of roses and philadelphus in a corner makes not just for a pretty picture but a good smell too.
In spite of the heavy rain yesterday, the flowers seemed undaunted today and everything was looking strong and healthy.
A little yellow allium has arrived on the edge of the front lawn.
I popped in and out of the house to check on the progress, or lack of it, of Andy Murray in the French Open tennis and was sad but not surprised to see him fade away in the fifth set against the excellent Stan Wawrinka.
When things on court were going badly, I consoled myself with the promise of treats to come…
…and the sight of flying floral tadpoles.
My view is that I shall sleep well tonight as I am getting too old for late nights now and I am feeling distinctly tired as I type this.
The flying bird of the day are two oyster catchers on the Logan Water trying to see the political situation from both sides.
Note: I know that they are not flying birds but we are living in a post truth world these days. They are however probably more strong and stable than some people I know.