Today’s guest picture comes from one of my brother Andrew’s Heart Walking Group’s outings. They found themselves near Robin Hood’s Stride, a spectacular tor of gritstone rocks perched on a ridge in the Peak District. My brother thought that he might nip up to the top of it but was thwarted by its steepness and waved at the camera as he came down. He didn’t tell me who took the picture.
I started the day with a visit to the producers’ market at the Buccleuch Centre with Mrs Tootlepedal. I bought fish, meat and honey but was thwarted in my desire to buy cheese as the cheese man was not present. I fear he may have deserted us. This is a tragedy as a good cheese is a hard to find locally.
Mrs Tootlepedal left me to do the purchasing and set up a table where she and several members of her embroiderers’ group sat and stitched and chatted to shoppers for several hours.
While they were busy, I mowed the front and middle lawns and, though I say it myself, I am quite pleased with the state of the middle lawn after some good weather and a lot of mowing.
Mrs Tootlepedal is very pleased by the border on the right hand side of the lawn so we are two happy people when we take in this view of the garden.
The stachys is out and as furry as ever.
And a large ornamental clover is peeping out from underneath the big rose bush.
Among the new arrivals are thousands of flowers on a variegated euonymous.
Meanwhile new poppies keep popping up…
…and day lilies appear every day.
Sometimes we have too much of a good thing and the luxuriant tropaeolum is going to make it very hard to clip the yew underneath…
…and a profusion of plums is threatening to break branches on the plum tree. We have already thinned out many more than a hundred plums but there are still big bunches hanging on high branches which we cannot reach.
Roses are thriving and today I saw that lurking in the shade of other plants, the very first Special Grandma is just about to come out….
…while up above, the Rosa Complicata which has been magnificent this year is reaching the end of its run.
Other roses are still at their peak. The moss roses have loved the weather this year…
…and even though Mrs Tootlepedal thinks that it is not doing well where it is, Frau Dagmar Hastrup keeps trying to prove her wrong.
And the salvia sclarea Turkestanica continues to astound me every day. I am going to have to try to stop taking endless pictures of it but in the meantime, I took another today. I thought that this one looked like a baroque fountain in an Italian city.
I had planned an adventurous cycle ride but mowing the lawns and taking garden pictures left me feeling a little tired so I dawdled over a very tricky prize crossword and waited until Mrs Tootlepedal came home from her stitching fest to have lunch with her.
Then I got organised and went off for a rather dull, flat pedal down the main roads to Newtown on Hadrians Wall and back. The advantage of this ride is that it has generally good road surfaces and no significant hills, except for a very short one as you leave Langholm.
This means that on a day like today, when there is not much wind, I can just put my nose to the wheel and pedal along with a very steady rhythm, not looking out for views and wild flowers as I go.
I still stopped after every ten miles to stretch my legs as my joints are not at their best and this gave me the chance to note how low the river Esk was at Longtown where there were more rocks than river.
I stopped again after twenty miles when I got to my favourite bench at Newtown on Hadrian’s Wall.
To my horror, there were people sitting on it. However it turned out that they were two very affable Americans, now resident in Panama, who were ‘walking the wall’ and they kindly squashed up and made room for me to sit down too.
They had taken the wise step of summoning a taxi to take them to their overnight stop in Brampton which was off their direct route as they didn’t fancy being harassed by traffic on the narrow road down to the town.
When their taxi came, I set off for home. I stopped again at the thirty mile mark and had a look at this peaceful stretch of the Esk just above Longtown.
I noted from a nearby hedge, that it looks as though we should be in for a good display of haws shortly.
I made an unscheduled stop at the top of the little hill before Langholm partly to record the lushness of the wild flowers beside this section of the road…
…and partly to have a breather as I had pedalled as hard as I could to get up the hill.
As an exercise in steady pedalling, the ride was very successful and I was at an average of 15 mph at each of my ten mile stops, a much faster speed than I usually manage these days and I actually managed the return journey a whisker faster than the outward leg.
Luckily, Mrs Tootlepedal was watching a catch up recording of the first day of the Tour de France when I got home so that gave me a very good excuse to sit down quietly and not do anything energetic. These boys were doing 50 mph as they came towards the finish which put my modest efforts into perspective.
I took several quite brilliant pictures of flying birds today but unhappily they were all totally out of focus when I looked at the results so a static blue tit going nuts is the best that I can do for a flying bird of the day.
28 thoughts on “Cheesed off”
The garden is looking magnificent 🙂
Thank you. A tribute to Mrs T.
The lawn and the garden too are beautiful. As I’ve said many times, it’s like looking at a magazine photo spread.
That salvia does indeed look like a fountain, and a beautiful one. Unfortunately I’ve read that it is currently listed as a class A noxious weed in the north western parts of this country because it takes over pastureland. Our western cowboys must especially dislike it but there is little data throughout most of the rest of the country. I don’t know if I’d gamble on it here if I could even buy it.
Speaking of cowboys I’m surprised that you can’t find cheese with all the cows you come across in the countryside.
I am sorry about the salvia. It is a fine plant but I can see that it might get a bit rampant. There is only one cheese producer in the area and it is a large firm that makes a perfectly food but not very interesting Cheddar type of cheese. It must use a lot of milk though.
I found this reference to Clary sage. It’s part way down in the Q&A section.
To the best of my recollection, you’ve never mentioned the National Gardens Scheme. Have you ever considered taking part in it?
I hope your cheese man is just on holiday.
I fear that hasn’t been selling enough cheese and has found a better place. Mrs T doesn’t consider that we have enough to interest the National Garden scheme.
With greatest of respect to Mrs Tootlepedal, but… And are there other lovely gardens within walking distance? Round here, some villages group together a few gardens on a sort of joint opening day.
That is what they had done in Stockwell with a number of small gardens.
Very impressed with your lawn.
Congratulations on your brisk cycle ride, garden magnificent in full bloom.
I’ll take your word for the out of focus pictures, but sometimes I persuade myself that a bit of blur in a moving subject makes it acceptable
These were seriously out of focus. I would have had to pretend that it was ‘art’ to use them.
Your middle lawn is stunning, kudos on yours and Mrs T’s hard work. I enjoy seeing the ‘big’ picture of your lawns!
Mrs T likes the crisp edge to the lawn and that makes a lot of difference to the overall look.
Great shame about the cheese man. The lawn and the future plums are some consolation.
There is no adequate consolation for the lack of good cheese I am afraid to say.
Pats on the backs all round for all the lovely photos of a beautiful garden, all those different flowers and smart lawns. It’s such a pleasure to see it all looking magnificent.
This is perhaps the peak week of the year for overall appearance.
So sorry about the cheese!
Your kind thought is appreciated. It was a tragedy.
So beautiful! Glad you got in a ride even if it was “dull and flat.” 😎
I have to say, that it would be cruel and unusual punishment if I were to hang that peanut feeder in my garden. I finally got the squirrel locals to stay out of my feeders, they were actually knocking them to the ground! But I think they might teach themselves to fly for peanuts! 😀
Squirrels are most ingenious little blighters
I see those good stripes on your lawn.
I hope you told the lucky Americans about your blog. They couldn’t have met a better local person.
They had had a hard day’s walking. I didn’t like to pester them.