Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary. She was visiting the Lake District a couple of days ago and enjoyed the same good weather as we have been having. She took this picture from the top of a double decker bus while she was going from Grasmere to Keswick.
After the excitements of the Common Riding, we had a much quieter day today and in this we were greatly helped by some typical Langholm summer weather, namely strong winds and frequent rain.
It came as a bit of a shock after the endless sunshine but it was quite welcome from a gardening point of view….
…even though the lawn was so dry that the rain just lay on the surface rather than soaking in.
Later in the day, Mrs Tootlepedal found that the soil was still dry just under the surface. But as I write this post, the rain is beginning to rise up in my scientific rain gauge and since the forecast says that it is going to rain every day for a week, we shouldn’t have to worry about dry soil for too long.
Matilda and her parents stayed for lunch before heading off. Although Matilda had enjoyed her stay, she didn’t seem to be too unhappy about going back to her own home…
…a feeling I can fully understand.
It has been a treat having her and her parents to stay.
There were odd patches of sunshine during the day…
…and I am very pleased to see the Fuchsias doing well as they are my favourite flower.
…but mostly it seemed to be raining.
I am hoping that the cosmos will benefit from the celestial watering can…
…as there are still a lot which are reluctant to show any flower buds.
The dahlias have been fairly carefully watered and they are producing a new flower every day.
The vegetable garden is still working well and Al and Clare were well loaded up with courgettes before they were allowed to leave.
When the visitors had gone, I set the bird watching camera up and watched the birds. Mrs Tootlepedal rightly pointed out that some of the youngest birds have probably never seen rain before but there was a steady stream of seed seekers.
The strong wind made landing an adventure…
…and the fact that the feeder was only half full made perches hard to find.
A young greenfinch discovered that making faces at a determined sparrow…
…only leads to violence.
In the afternoon, we watched the time trial stage of the Tour de France rather nervously but all was well and our favourite, Geraint Thomas, came through with flying colours and should proceed ceremonially to victory tomorrow. He has had a lot of bad luck on previous tours though and I wouldn’t put it completely beyond the bounds of possibility that he gets struck by lightning on his way to Paris. Fingers are firmly crossed.
One good thing about the wet weather was that it let me get another week of the newspaper index entered into the Archive Group database and if the forecast is correct, I soon should be ahead of the game. Every cloud has a silver lining, they say.
On the down side, Mrs Tootlepedal went out into the garden in the late afternoon and found that the wind had done a lot of damage to our tall sunflowers.
Here she is reflecting on the fate of one of them.
It is still a spectacular flower but it doesn’t look as good in a vase in the kitchen as it did against the fence in the garden.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch.