Today’s guest picture comes from my brother’s Spanish tour. I was excited when I saw compost in his email header but it turned out to be Santiago De Compostela and not interesting garden products. Santiago De Compostela looks quite interesting though.
We had another grey morning after some overnight rain and once again a keen wind made it feel pretty cool.
My morning was greatly brightened up by the arrival of Dropscone, bearing treacle scones and reports of his recent holiday in Majorca. As the temperature there had been about 24°C, he felt that he had made a good choice of destinations.
After he left, I went out into the garden to see what Mrs Tootlepedal was up to. Wisely, considering the chilly breeze, she was working in the greenhouse and I was impressed by how well her seedlings are coming on in the indoor warmth.
My hand is a lot better so I felt able to get the push mower out and give the middle lawn a cut. After that I needed some refreshment so I went in for lunch and a look at the birds.
The siskins were back today and eating as if there were no tomorrow.
I had to fill the feeder three times.
There was some more regrettable siskin behaviour though.
After lunch, I should have been going to Carlisle to pick up my new bike but the bike shop got in touch to say that some parts hadn’t arrived yet and the pick up was to be delayed until sometime next week. I was very disappointed but we watched the start of the men’s race in the Tour of Yorkshire on the telly instead…
….and then went back out into the garden.
Some plants were in the pink.
And Mrs Tootlepedal was very pleased with this purchase of these primulas as they came from the bargain tray at the garden centre . Although they are basically for next year, they are adding a good dash of colour in the short term.
I was very pleased to see bees buzzing around among the gooseberry flowers.
They were still busy there when I checked again in the early evening.
In the absence of my new bike, I contemplated a ride on the slow bike but as I think that riding the slow bike with its straight handlebars may have contributed to my sore hand, I thought that I would wait until my hand was completely cured before going out on it again and went for a walk instead.
I went to see if it was possibly to walk through the newly felled Becks Wood, a favourite walk before the loggers got to work.
On my way, I passed a dead nettle…
…a rapidly maturing lamb…
…any amount of dog’s mercury and sprouting leaves…
…and two sheep.
There wasn’t a tree left standing in the wood when I got to it and all the felled timber had been removed. More in hope than in expectation, I followed the old path and found that it was easy to get down to the bridge across the Becks Burn…
… looking a little forlorn in the open air, devoid of mystery now the trees beside it have gone.
The path up the other side was in good condition and I could soon look back at the way that I had come..
…and be thankful that the path through the woods has been reinstated and exists again, even if the woods don’t. The area will soon be replanted and many new plants will grow now that there is light and air about so I am not sad about the change. It makes life interesting.
Having crossed the Becks Burn, I made my way down the road and then crossed the Wauchope Water by the Auld Stane Brig…
…and climbed a short way up Warbla on the other side of the valley so that I could look back at the felled wood.
They have made a thorough job of the felling and taking the timber away.
The day was getting warmer but the taller hills were still shrouded in low clouds…
…so there was not much in the way of views.
There was plenty of other interest though as I walked back home past ash trees laden with male flowers…
…primroses peeping out of a wall and rabbits trying hard not to be noticed…
…and hints of this and that.
The woods are covered in wild garlic and bluebells just waiting for a bit of heat to burst into action.
This weekend has a very good forecast so perhaps by Monday, the promise will be fulfilled.
The Beechy Plains are looking beechier by the day…
…and one or two wild garlic plants have tried their best.
That fly gets about.
I got home in time to watch the last few kilometres of the Tour of Yorkshire. It had an excellent finish.
After tea, the sun came out and we went back into the garden again to make the best use of the day. I zipped round the drying green with the light mower and felt quite positive about my hand.
Unfortunately my Friday night orchestra was otherwise engaged but Mike, her husband came by himself so we enjoyed a glass of beer and conversation with him with no musical accompaniment.
The flying bird of the day is two sparring goldfinches.
16 thoughts on “Don’t mention the bike”
Lots of cheering signs of better things to come in garden, field and wood. Loved those quarrelling goldfinches, such a good shot!
I know the trees are planted for harvesting but it seems like it would still be a bit shocking to see an entire forest gone.
Nice shot of the ash flowers. I was doing the same yesterday.
I also saw a rabbit and a fern fiddle head today so things are pretty much the same on both sides of the Atlantic for now.
There were two or three trees absolutely covered with the flowers.
We got a warmer day today so I hope to see a bit more spring progress.
OK.. not mentioning the bike. Getting excited about compost is what seems to make you uniquely you! I can relate to that. I thought perhaps the beer might have lubricated the singing? 😀
There wasn’t that much beer flowing. 🙂
Hope the hand continues to improve and that the new bike will be available soon. Lovely pictures along your walk.
Disappointing news about the bike! And those birds certainly squabble.
Right on both counts.
The image of the beechy plains is wonderful, you were able to catch the magical light under the canopy of newly opened leaves!
The siskin seem quite fickle about their duty of reporting to your feeders so that you can shoot photos of them in action, here today, gone tomorrow. If you’re going through the time and expense of feeding them, they should be more reliable.
As always, the flowers brightened up even the grey day that you had there today.
There must be other options for the siskins. I often wonder where they are when they are not with us.
Quite a chunky lamb and colourful sheep …strange horns! Such a lovely walk you took showing so many different scenes. Hope they don’t take too long planting up the new wood.
Pleased the hand feels better enough for a bit of gentle exercise mowing the lawn …all good preparation for holding the new handlebars.
If the new bike ever actually arrives…..
Such an interesting post, as always, Tom. Your pictures are always a joy to see and I especially liked the springtime lamb. I hope your new bike arrives soon. The suspense must be killing!
The straight handlebars on the slow bike are killing my hands!
Sorry about the bike delay.
Does Mrs T heat her greenhouse? Her seedlings look very healthy.
No heater in the greenhouse.