The guest picture of the day is another from my brother’s northern tour. This is the grand house which has the cafe with the interesting teapot beside it. It is Beningbrough Hall, near York.
The main business of the day was to go to Carlisle in the afternoon and collect Mrs Tootlepedal from her train and then convey her safely back home and I am happy to say that this passed off without a hitch and all is well now at Wauchope Cottage.
There was a certain amount of gardening and tidying up indoors to do in the morning but I was not the only one who was busy. This was the feeder just after breakfast…
…and this level of activity continued for most of the day.
Siskins abused each other….
…and chaffinches went….
Greenfinches shouted at sparrows…
…and chaffinches shouted at each other…
…sometimes very loudly.
I picked the last of the peas and dismantled Mrs Tootlepedal’s pea fortress. I picked and cooked some more beetroot and in pursuit of another green soup production, picked courgettes and spinach to go with the peas and beetroot leaves.
I tidied up the lupin by the front lawn but left the last spike still flowering.
Another thing that has lasted well is the spread of orange hawkweed where a modest second flowering has appeared long after all the originals have flowered and died.
The golden wedding rose looked to have gone over but some judicious watering has encouraged a second showing here too.
The blue alliums are definitely on the way out…
…but new poppies are finally appearing every day.
I made good use of the trip to Carlisle by stocking up on bird food on the way and purchasing a small mountain of cheese in the market when I got there.
It was very warm but I was in plenty of time so I enjoyed a cup of hot chocolate and a toasted teacake in a pleasantly cool cafe while following the Tour de France on a text feed to my phone.
I always like the rather continental ornamental roof on the hotel beside the station….
…but feel that it would be improved if they got a gardener in to weed the vegetation at the foot of the chimney.
Having collected Mrs Tootlepedal from the train, we walked through the town to buy food for a celebration meal and then drove home.
Mrs Tootlepedal was relieved to find that the garden was still in relatively good order in spite of the lack of rain and professional care. I was relieved that she was relieved.
A cup of tea was made and I was able to take the definitive picture of the day…
MRS TOOTLEPEDAL’S BACK IN HER GARDEN
All is well with the world.
She was pleased to see a fine nicotiana out…
…although there are still a lot which haven’t flowered yet.
It really does look as though it will rain tomorrow so we didn’t water tonight.
The flying bird of the day is one of the departing chaffinches.