Today’s guest picture comes from our friend Bruce’s northern trip. He had got as far as the Isle of Harris when he took this shot of the famous beach at Seilebost on a day that was not encouraging any sunbathing…but the view was still good.
It was both less windy and warmer than yesterday here today in spite of the complete absence of any sun.
As I sipped coffee and nibbled scones with Dropscone, who had come in search of a spare mouse for his computer as his had died, Mrs Tootlepedal was clearing off the remaining dahlias from the front beds.
She made short work of the task…
…and by the time that Dropscone left, the beds were cleared. It didn’t take us long to shred them and add the remains to the green mulch on the back bed.
Mrs Tootlepedal has become very fond of green mulching and I have to take care not to to linger for too long in one spot while taking flower photographs for fear of being covered in mulch myself.
I nipped around with the camera just to show that although the dahlias may have gone, there is a good deal still left to delight the eye.
…and these too.
We even have what passes for a colourful corner in October…
…and of course, there are Special Grandmas.
I had a quick check on the birds while we having coffee. We are getting a steady supply of greenfinches again though they were rather rude today and turned their backs on me…
…and a blue tit wasn’t any more helpful.
Still if the birds won’t ‘watch the birdie’ then there is nothing to be done about it.
After lunch, the warmer weather persuaded me to ignore the possibility of some light rain and go for a cycle ride. I took the precaution of having my big yellow rain jacket on from the start and a persistent drizzle, which came on almost as soon as I had left the house, made me grateful for the decision.
It was a gloomy day….
…with the hills shrouded in clouds and there was quite enough wind to make pedalling into it seem like hard work.
There were reminders along the way of even stronger winds in the recent past.
However, as I dropped down into the Esk valley at Canonbie, the rain stopped and the wind became my friend and pushed me back up the hill into Langholm. The trees along the riverside are among the most colourful around at the moment and the bridges at the Hollows…
And at Skippers…
…gave me the chance to have an uninterrupted view of the colour.
All this tree watching was very tiring and my new bike had to have a short rest on the old A7 between the bridges.
Although it was only my usual 20 mile Canonbie circuit, the ride gave me great pleasure, both because of the views and because my legs had appreciated four days rest since my last cycle outing.
I had a shower and a sit down and then, after a nourishing meal of corned beef hash, it was time to go out to sing with the Langholm Choir and put my singing lesson to the test. My teacher, Mary was too busy to take the choir herself this week and sent her husband along to take her place so I don’t know what she would have thought of my efforts but I enjoyed myself a lot so I thought that the lesson had been worthwhile.
I have got several busy days ahead and posts might become a little sketchy or even totally invisible after tomorrow for a while.
Meantime here is a flying goldfinch as a change from the incessant chaffinches.