Today’s guest picture comes from my brother Andrew and shows an 18th Century mill near Derby and the dam that was built to provide it with water.
(I am in the market for new guest pictures)
I had a quiet morning today and was content to potter about indoors for the most part in spite of some fine weather. When I did poke my head out into the garden, I had to look sharp to avoid being run into by butterflies. There were a lot about again.
I shot pictures of them with my little Lumix and my Nikon and got reasonable results with both. The big blue buddleia was still attracting a good number of butterflies and because the number of stems with flowers is getting smaller, I often saw the butterflies pushing each other about just like the birds on the feeder. I didn’t manage to catch them at it and had to settle for some fine posing.
We had a full house today.
Perhaps because of the fading of the blooms on the big buddleia, the smaller red buddleia by the back fence was also doing a brisk business today.
It provided better backgrounds for the shots and the zoom lens on the Nikon let me blur them to good effect.
After lunch I fully intended to go for a cycle ride but first of all the chance of watching the Tour of Britain cycle race going up a Lake District climb was too tempting and then when I did get more active, a really severe gust of wind persuaded me that some gardening might be more fun.
As part of the remodelling of the vegetable garden, I found out just how big and deep the roots of a rhubarb plant can be. It needed a pickaxe to shift it.
While Mrs Tootlepedal cooked our tea, I thought that I ought to make some use of the good day and went for a short walk over three bridges.
As I walked over the first bridge (The Langholm Bridge), I could see two goosanders at the water’s edge below me.
I crossed the second bridge (The Sawmill Brig) and walked along the Lodge Walks seeing light at the end of the tunnel.
I then strolled over the Castleholm and came to the third bridge (The Duchess Bridge) ….
…and crossed it and made my way home.
On my way I saw a lot of fungus again of many shapes and sizes…
…and some lichen, which needed a very close look to see the red tip.
Sheltered from the wind and with the sun occasionally out, it was a fine evening for a walk….
…with shades of green everywhere you looked.
And the finale was this brilliant display of Russian vine on our neighbour Liz’s garage.
In the evening Mike and Alison came round. Alison and I put some useful practice into our French pieces and played an old friend to finish off an enjoyable session.
Mike and Alison are quite excited as their son with his wife and their two children have just touched down in Scotland on a visit from their home in New Zealand.
I didn’t have much time to look at birds today and when I did look, there weren’t many birds to watch so there is no flying bird of the day today, just one who had recently finished flying…
…who was joined by another who also had just finished flying.