Today’s guest picture shows an ingenious planter which my brother Andrew encountered on the platform of Penrith Station…..
…where he also met my sisters Mary and Susan. More about that later.
We had another generally fine day with just the merest touch of rain in the early evening but the sun was not so hard working as yesterday and it felt a good deal cooler.
I had intended to embark on a bicycle ride of some length but my legs had other ideas so instead I was happy to welcome Dropscone for a cup of coffee. We sampled some of Mary Jo’s Canadian jam with his scones and found that it went very well.
Dropscone brought with him a small gift of crusty rolls which he had acquired at an extremely reasonable price from a Hawick supermarket just before it shut for the day as he passed through on his way home from a golfing meeting late last night. In return, we sent him off with a bag of rhubarb stalks.
I mowed the drying green and the greenhouse grass and then had a walk round the garden.
There is no shortage of things to look at.
The anemone is among my favourite flowers. Its hand painted look appeals to me.
The white bluebells are looking strong.
And the good weather has the tulips opening their petals to the world.
At noon, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to help out at the Buccleuch Centre Coffee shop and I went in to have lunch and keep an eye on the birds.
Goldfinches appeared to be unhappy about something.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal reappeared and I got out the new bike and went off for a gentle and short run down to Canonbie by my usual route. I don’t have any pictures to show from the trip as most unusually for me, I did the whole twenty miles without stopping at all, except on the two occasions when I had to cross the main road. I have added a pannier to the set up and the bike coped with this without difficulty.
Since I hadn’t taken any pictures on the cycle ride, I took a few in the garden when I got back….
…and then, as it was sunny for a bit, Mrs Tootlepedal and I went off to see the bluebells. Unfortunately we had left things just a moment too late and by the time that we got to the bluebells, the sun had gone in again. There was plenty to see on the way through the park and along the river…
…but the most surprising thing that we saw was several young rabbits scuttling across the grass at the far end of the park and disappearing into holes in the banking. We stopped to watch them scamper about and one rabbit felt mistakenly that it was well enough hidden…
…to avoid the inquisitive lens.
We walked on.
When we got to them, the bluebells were at their best…
…but the clouds had thickened up and the dull weather didn’t do them justice. However, the scent from the flowers was not affected and gave our walk special pleasure.
We came home along the Stubholm track…
…and walked back through the park, passing stitchwort by the Stubholm track and…
…and an unknown white flower in profusion at the park bridge.
We didn’t have long to wait after we got home before my brother Andrew drove up bringing Susan and Mary, my two eldest sisters with him. Andrew is on a holiday in north Lancashire, my sister Susan had been staying with friends in Cumbria, my sister Mary had joined them for a short break in the Lake District based in Penrith and all three had come to Langholm to test the new bench, marvel at the new bike and have a meal at the Douglas Hotel with us.
The test, the marvelling and the meal all went off well and we waved them goodbye as the light began to fade at the end of a good day.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch showing strong shoulders as it approaches the feeder.