Today’s guest picture is a second from my brother’s trip to Tamworth. As well as the colourful gardens, he enjoyed the contrast between the Tamworth’s ancient bridge and the modern buildings behind it.
We woke up to sunshine. It was hard to believe but it was undoubtedly there. After breakfast, I went out into the garden to enjoy it.
The sunflowers looked more cheerful too.
The sedum is getting flushed with pink…
…and the last of the poppies are still hanging on…
…but a nasturtium, positively sparkling with joy, took the prize.
There were even a few butterflies about. The red admirals seem to like resting on hosta leaves to gather warmth.
Sadly, the sunshine didn’t last for long and we were soon back to gusty winds and frequent rain showers. I made some potato soup for lunch and while it was cooking, Mrs Tootlepedal noticed a jackdaw making free with our plums. The miscreant tried to hide behind a leaf when it saw us looking at it, but the well pecked plum in front of it was a giveaway.
In light of the poor weather, I devoted the afternoon to musical matters until Mike Tinker dropped in for a cup of tea (and the last of the biscuits).
It was still raining off and on when he went, but I was confident that the worst was behind us and I persuaded Mrs Tootlepedal to come out for a short walk when it had finally stopped.
I carried an umbrella just in case but I had no need for it, as the evening turned out to be much like the early morning.
We passed a large number of ducks on the banks of the Ewes Water as we went along the Kilngreen…
…and there was an old friend there too.
We walked across the Sawmill Brig and onto the Castleholm. It was looking lush and green…
…and the Lodge Walks had a refreshed look about them too.
The gaps along the side of the Walks, where trees have been taken out, have made room for wild saplings to spring up. Mrs Tootlepedal tells me that this is an ash.
Even when the mature trees are still there, views can be gained by peering through the branches.
We were passed by some traffic and looking back as it passed us, I wondered of whom it reminded me. But there were too many choices so I stopped wondering and walked on.
We went past the Lodge and came back down the other side of the Castleholm. One of my favourite trees looks at its best at this time on a sunny evening.
Looking across at the trees that line the Lodge walks, it was apparent that autumn is on its way as the leaves are just starting to lose a little colour here and there.
In the shade beside the paths on our way home, I could see red campion…
After the gloom of the last few days, a sunny walk was most welcome and we had worked up an appetite for the rest of the sausage stew and some courgette fritters for our tea. They went down well.
No flying bird of the day today. Indeed this bird looks as though it has hardly got a feather to fly with.