Today’s guest picture comes from my brother Andrew who started a nine mile walk today by crossing the River Manifold over this handsome bridge.
We had a lovely day here as well but it was decidedly chilly at first so it took me some time to get going on my bike.
I checked on the buddleia after breakfast….
…and I was just in time to take a gift of eggs from Scott, the minister (but not offer him coffee in return) just before I set off.
I was slightly nervous about how my legs would be feeling after the slow and arduous effort on Wednesday but a day visiting Matilda had worked wonders and they were in a cooperative mood today. I took care not to upset them by going up any steep hills.
I hadn’t gone far before I noticed two buzzards which were very agitated about something and circled around above my head crying out loudly.
One hovered long enough for me to take a picture.
I rode past banks of rosebay willowherb seed heads as I went along…
…and was impressed by the fact that the wind hadn’t dislodged them yet.
I rolled down out of the hills and into Gretna where I saw a wedding party get ready to attend their ceremony at the ‘Famous Blacksmith’s Shop’.
They avoided getting run over.
I continued down into England, passing churches with steeples and square towers.
The church at Scaleby had a shiny new padlock on the door and warning notices from the police. Not the most welcoming of sights.
I turned off at Scaleby and followed this unassuming road.
It was a moment to note for me though, as it was one of the few roads in the area that I had never cycled along before.
Thanks to my perky legs, I didn’t need to stop for many breathers so there are fewer pictures today and this picture of the welcoming sight of the monument on Whita Hill is the only one that I took in the last fifteen miles.
The jaunt was almost exactly 50 miles and this took me over 3000 miles for the year so it was a satisfactory ride both for itself and statistically. It also brought up 565 miles for the month, my biggest monthly tally for four years. It is amazing what some good weather will do.
When I got home, I did a bit of bird watching….
The single goldfinch soon got swept away by an incoming tide of sparrows.
…and then I had a look around the garden with Mrs Tootlepedal.
She spotted a ladybird…
…and I spotted a small tortoiseshell stretching its wings….
…and then I spotted it again!
Among the more flashy flowers, the feverfew sparkles away quite modestly…
And Mrs Tootlepedal’s new cosmos, which is improbably called ‘Double Click Cranberries’ raised its head to the sun.
I cut down the head of the giant sunflower and put it out for the birds…
…and picked up one of the fallen flower heads and rested it on my knee.
My neighbour Liz was trimming her cherry tree and the job seemed to call for a tall person so I went across to give her a hand and ended up with a good collection of branches for shredding and adding to our compost heap.
I had a relaxing bath and came downstairs to a delicious evening meal prepared by Mrs Tootlepedal, the highlight of which was an enormous courgette fritter.
It took some time to recover from this but I was back in good order by the time that Mike and Alison came round for their customary Friday evening visit. Alison and I were playing early music in the French style and had a hard working and enjoyable time getting to grips with some tricky pieces.
It was a good way to spend the last day of summer.
The flying bird of the day is a sparrow, putting down the landing gear.