Today’s guest picture comes from my brother Andrew, who is back from Spain. He was quite surprised to find the moon in his local cathedral. It had had a very beneficial effect on numbers attending evensong. He tells me that ‘The Museum of the Moon’ is touring the provinces, and will be with him for a month.
Rather ominously, it was raining when I woke up this morning, but by the time that I had had breakfast, things had brightened up a lot and the rest of the day was dry and often sunny.
I dawdled over breakfast and then made a venison stew for the slow cooker and finally, after a cup of coffee and a preliminary battle of wits with the prize crossword, I took advantage of the fine weather by going out for a pedal.
A small crop of mushrooms by the side of the road caught my eye soon after I had started….
I didn’t stop a lot on my ride as I wanted to get back in time to go up to the Agricultural Show but I took a few pictures on my way.
I thought that this one summed up the day well: sunny and cloudy with a brisk wind.
I saw some standing bulls…
…and some sitting cows…
…along my way.
And it was clear enough for me to able to see a hint of colour on the Lake District hills, 30 miles away.
I plugged away into the wind on my way out and then had a helping hand for the return journey. With this assistance, I managed 38 miles at a modest pace (13.2 mph) and got home in time to have a quick look round in the garden before going up to the show field.
The astrantia was very popular..
…and a rose, a fuchsia and a cosmos were enjoying the dry sunny weather.
When i got to the show field, there were horses…
…to be seen.
There were prize vegetables, cakes, flower arrangements, and many other treats in the industrial tent. Mrs Tootlepedal had won first prize for a small embroidery but it was disappointing to find that it was the only entry in her class. Still, as the Castleholm, where the show is held, is a big piece of ground, I can truthfully say that she won first prize in a large field.
As at the Canonbie Flower Show last month, a falconer had turned up with some handsome birds…
…and his assistant was flying an owl.
…which got fed up at one point and retired to the top of a public address pole and refused to do any more flying.
Considering the rotten weather through the week, the show was pretty cheerful. This picture doesn’t show you the full extent of the mud where people had been walking…
…and I was pleased to have my wellies on.
I didn’t stop long as I was a bit peckish after my bike ride and I walked home across the Jubilee Bridge, passing a football match on my way. I was a touch slow with my shutter finger and the ball had left the shot by the time that I took the picture.
Mrs Tootlepedal is going to find that the garden is looking a little worse for wear when she comes home tomorrow…
…but there are still some butterflies about. There are hardly any flowers left on the buddleias and there was keen competition to get on to the last ones today.
I finished the crossword and then had a quiet sit down until it was time to eat some of the slow cooked venison stew for my evening meal.
As I was walking back from the show, I met my friend Gavin and he told me that part of the fine bridge at Longtown…
…had collapsed and the road across it had had to be closed. I looked on the internet this evening and found that the damage can’t have been too catastrophic as one lane over the bridge has now been re-opened and traffic lights installed. I shall see if it still open tomorrow when I go down to Carlisle for the choir and to pick Mrs Tootlepedal up. Luckily there is an easy and convenient diversion if required.
The flying bird of the day is that owl while it was still behaving well.