Today’s guest picture shows two very interesting bricks from Scottish brickworks. The brickworks were proud enough of their bricks to put their name on every one they made. Our son Tony came upon them in the course of his work.
Today was passed in a state of suspended animation. It was another nice day (although it did spoil it by raining for a few minutes in the early evening) but I didn’t go cycling through a combination of things to do and feeling rather tired.
We are going on holiday tomorrow so there was grass to be mowed, apples to be picked, cooked and frozen, insurance to be purchased and the list of things that we need to take and think about had to be made.
I did get out into the garden with a camera from time to time in the midst of all this and noticed two bees in very sharing mode.
I dead headed poppies….
…cosmos, dahlias, calendula and rudbeckia but I noticed that there is always another head to dead when you look at the lot you have just completed. Mrs Tootlepedal edged the front lawn and thinned plants out so things look reasonably neat.
I took pictures of a cornflower and our current stock of clematis as I went along.
The garden is full of blackbirds flitting about. Mrs Tootlepedal counted seven at the same time when she leaned out of an upper window this morning. I saw this one on a fence later on.
Mike Tinker dropped by after lunch to show us one of his bicycle collection.
He told that this was his mother’s bike, complete with dynamo for lights and a three gear hub. We were very impressed by the sporty handlebars. It was in good working order as he demonstrated when he rode off on it.
After he had left, I admired the nerines…
…and saw a peacock butterfly on the Michaelmas daisies…
…before driving down to Longtown to get a spare of music and computing glasses which were waiting for me at the opticians.
When I had recovered from the shock of paying for them (the receptionist kindly made sure that I was sitting down before she gave me the bill), I went off for a walk along the river.
It was sunny but there were plenty of clouds about….
…but I got my walk in without getting rained on for more than twenty seconds.
There must have been a lot of insects about near the bridge because there were industrial quantities of grey and pied wagtails shooting up into the air from the rocks in the middle of the river. They were a bit too far away for me to capture on the whole picture…
…but one grey wagtail came close enough to be easily recognisable.
I walked down the river and round the ponds without seeing much in the way of wild flowers, perhaps because there were great swathes of Himalayan balsam everywhere.
It is a pretty plant but it smothers all the opposition.
The ponds were looking very peaceful….
But I would have needed my new long lens to get any water fowl pictures.
I could see Arthuret Church across the fields…
…and it was clear enough to see the windmills on the far side of Langholm.
I was hoping to find a good crop of blackberries to eat as I went round but it was obvious that a very determined picker had got in before me and there were hardly any left. I could have eaten any amount of elderberries though…
…but I let that opportunity go.
The clouds looked even more threatening when I got back to the town…
…but for once, I was in the right place at the right time and drove home in pleasantly sunny conditions.
In the evening Mike and Alison came round and Alison and I had a short play before they went off leaving us time to do our packing.
No flying bird of the day today but another look at some clear skies. I had to get up just before 6 o’clock this morning, impelled by one of those necessities familiar to readers of a certain age and when I looked out of the window, I could see the morning star shining brightly above the monument on Whita Hill. I could have gone downstairs to get my good camera and the tripod but it was six o’clock in the morning for goodness sake so I just pointed my phone out of the window and hoped for the best.
It did what it could.
Posts may be very variable for the next few days while we are away.