Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony and shows more of the East Wemyss mini hydro scheme. They are very enterprising there.
The morning was dry and reasonably warm as I pedalled along to the producer’s market at the Buccleuch Centre after breakfast. We are looking after our neighbour Liz’s dog while she is away for a couple of days, so Mrs Tootlepedal was out walking with Riley while I stocked up on meat, fish and honey.
I had a quick look round the garden when I got back. Checking my records, I see that I didn’t get a single rose picture last year after September so as long as the roses keep flowering, I will keeping putting them into posts to celebrate their survival into October this year.
As I may have said before, far as the weather and the seasons go, it has been a funny year.
The transplanted fuchsias, which we had given up as complete failures, have both flowered late now. The fancy ones in the chimney pot have also returned after giving up earlier on.
I surprised myself both by finishing the prize crossword quite quickly and by actually getting into my cycling gear and going out for a ride relatively early in the day. The forecast was for rain quite soon, so I didn’t hang about and just pedalled up to the far end of Callister, where I took an autumnal view of the countryside…
…and noticed that far to the west, Criffel had got is own cloud sitting on top of it.
Then I cycled back through the town and out of the other side, where I noticed that which side of a wall it is on is important for grass colour.
Then I cycled home, completing an undemanding 20 miles. As I have not quite thrown off my cold, this was just what the doctor ordered.
Mrs Tootlepedal had enjoyed her walk with Riley and after lunch, we put him in the car and drove up the road for a few miles to a spot where Mrs Tootlepedal could cut some more bracken, Riley could have a sniff about, and I could take my pocket camera for a very short walk through a field and wood by the river bank.
There were occasional wild flowers in the field…
…and lots of variety in the conifers…
…and a large quantity of fungus in the wood. I have often walked along this path before but I have never seen anything like so much fungus.
It was all sizes…
…and all colours.
It is a short path, only a couple of hundred yards long perhaps, but it is always a pleasure to walk along it, listening to the chatter of the Wauchope Water.
The bracken was colourful today…
…and a good gate is always a pleasure.
Walking back through the field to meet Mrs Tootlepedal and Riley, I passed the smallest fungus of the day; this one was no bigger than my thumbnail.
When we got home, Mrs Tootlepedal laid the bracken out on one of her vegetable beds where it will protect the soil from rainfall over the winter.
Mrs Tootlepedal had peeled some apples for me while I was out cycling so I cooked a tarte tatin while she was gardening. We have got the hang of this dish now, helped by our sparkling new tarte tatin pan and some practice, and the result was very satisfactory. I think that it is now my favourite way to eat the apples from the garden. Mrs Tootlepedal still leans towards apple crumble.
While the tarte was in the oven, I went out into the garden and watched a large flock of sparrows whizz about. They bathed in the dam, primped in the lilac tree and surveyed the world from the greenhouse.
While I was out, I added the Rosy Cheeks rose to my October collection…
…and noted that a Welsh poppy had come out in spite of the lack of poppy dead heading recently and another bee was back at the verbena.
The forecast rain still hadn’t arrived when we went in for a cup of tea but as there was athletics to watch on the telly, we didn’t really care what was going on as the darkness fell outside. (It’s wet and horrible as I write this.)
A quick look at the forecast for the week ahead shows no sign of frosty mornings but plenty of rain to come, so be ready for more rose pictures.
The flying bird of the day prefers to remain anonymous.