Today’s guest picture comes from my archives. It was a grey and damp day here so I thought that this black and white picture of Skye with a lot of water in it, taken earlier in the year by our son Tony, was just the thing to match the day.
As well as being damp and grey, it was very windy too, with the wind gusting to 30 mph all day, so it wasn’t much good for anything interesting.
I did note these sunflowers at the front of the house. They were sold to Mrs T as a packet of seeds which would produce 5 foot high plants. The one on the left is as per specification. The one on the right must be about ten foot high.
As the light was poor and the wind strong, it was not an attractive day for a photographic walk or cycle ride so I just pottered once or twice round the garden while Mrs T was off at a meeting.
I found a dahlia which hadn’t been nibbles, a rare thing this year…
…and noted that we still have few campanulas still flowering, both white…
This rudbeckia is well sheltered by other plants and stood sill enough to let me take the picture.
And this handsome white hosta was protected from the blast by the front hedge.
It was dry enough to mow the middle lawn but I was sorry to see that the damp weather and the shorter days are bringing signs of moss back. I edged the lawn just to make it look as good as it can at this time of year.
The perennial wallflower as been going for months, working on the principle of growing its stems up another inch and putting another flower on them when the old ones die.
It looked like this on a sunny day in May.
I put two more weeks of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database and I was very interested to see an article about a meeting of the Burgh Council in 1900. This was the summary of the meeting:
There was a discussion of great length about provision of WCs in the town. These included Matthew Knox wishing to install 2 behind his property, the size of the flush (too large) at the Conservative Club, Mr Grieve having installed a bath in his house in High Street and Miss Common having installed a WC at Montagu Street, all without advising the commissioners. Several commissioners thought it was time that sort of thing was put a stop to.
Quite right too, I thought. To be fair, it was the demands on the town’s water supply that was exercising the commissioners’ minds.
Mrs Tootlepedal came back from her meeting and we combined some recycling of glass, metal and paper with shopping and that was the most exciting event of the day.
In the afternoon, I drove Mrs Tootlepedal down to Carlisle Station, and waved goodbye as she caught the train to London. She is going to visit our daughter Annie to give her support and pay attention to our new granddaughter Evelyn Rose.
Life is always a lot duller when Mrs Tootlepedal is not at at home and as the weather forecast for the next day and a half is is very poor, I shall just have to find useful things to do indoors. Still, a little flute practice never goes amiss.
No flying bird of the day as it was too windy for them so I have put in a very low flying flower instead.