Today’s guest picture is another from my sister Mary’s visit to Kew and shows the Japanese garden there.
We got up at six o’clock, greatly to our own amazement, and were at the Rugby Club where we were volunteering with the Muckletoon Adventure Festival by ten to seven. We were not being very adventurous ourselves, as we were only helping with the car parking and the marshalling of the ins and outs to and from the rugby ground where the event is based.
I took the earliest photo of astrantias that I have ever taken before we cycled up to start work.
Mrs Tootlepedal lasted three hours before going off to a 150th anniversary service at Ewes Church but I lasted for five hours, standing at the roadside and waving my arms about in a vaguely directional way. It was a long stand and when the sun got up in the sky, it was a hot one too but there was quite a lot going on to take my mind off my troubles.
There was a mass start of 120 cyclists for the cycle sportives…..
…though owing to the narrowness of the bridge that they had to cross before getting to me, it was more of a mass trickle. There were three rides of 30, 60 and 100 miles and as there was a bit of a wind as well as the hot day to contend with, I was quite happy to wave them on and not take part myself.
After the cyclists had gone, a party of walkers assembled to do three and five summit challenges.
Red shirts doing five and green shirts three, I think.
They crossed the road and set off up the same road that I had followed yesterday.
The final event of the morning was a 5km run and this time the massed start was quite massive.
I was very happy to leave them to it and when my relief arrived a few minutes later, I headed home and collapsed on the sofa.
Readers of a certain age will know that standing around is probably more tiring than walking or cycling by a long way, especially if it is hot so it took me some time to recover but I made a few forays into the garden when I had got my legs back in working order and my brain had cooled down a bit.
The sunshine had done the flowers no harm at all.
And the Golden Syllabub rose was looking very fine.
There is a new iris getting ready to spread its wings.
I mowed the middle lawn and watered some buck–u-uppo into the front lawn and then sat for a while and looked at my best friend.
In the course of the afternoon, I spent some time watching the numerous bees in the garden. Once again the cotoneaster was a popular resort.
But with so much choice, the bees flitted about a lot and were hard to catch.
The visitors to the astrantria were more placid.
I took a picture of a frog in the pond but my Blackpool reader, who doesn’t like frogs at all, will be very pleased to know that it didn’t come out well so will not appear here. There are still plenty of tadpoles about.
As the shadow of the walnut tree lengthened over the garden, I took a picture of a pink….
…and went in to have a nourishing evening meal of mince and tatties cooked by Mrs Tootlepedal. Fortified by this, I waited until the temperature had dropped a bit and went out for a gentle 20 mile cycle ride to round the day off.
A cow was surprised to see me out so late….
…and I cycled up a gentle hill purely for the pleasure of cycling straight back down it with the wind behind me.
A simple pleasure but hard to beat all the same.
The flying bird of the day is an iris, Mrs Tootlepedal’s favourite. called ‘Butter and Sugar’
Note: Langholm is commonly known as the Muckle Toon because at its peak as a centre of wollen weaving , it was a big or muckle town.