Today’s guest picture comes from my brother Andrew’s walk today, and shows a sign of the times, a golf course with no golfers on it.
Our slightly unsettling spell of dry and sunny weather continued. The forecast says it may not rain until net Tuesday but, more importantly for me, it also says that the wind is going to drop on Thursday and make life easier for the elderly cyclist for a few days.
It was blowing extremely briskly again today, strong enough at times to blow things over in the garden to Mrs Tootlepedal’s annoyance.
Otherwise it was a normal lockdown day with a street coffee meeting and garden work (Mrs Tootlepedal) and garden wandering (me).
It is still the time of the tulips and here are more photographs of them as new ones arrived (top right and bottom left in the panel) and the light caught the older ones.
I like the variety of shapes and colours that Mrs Tootlepedal has got in the garden without going for extravagantly fancy varieties.
Other things that made me stop and look were a white dicentra (not attracting bees today), a sparrow with its legs unfeasibly far back on its body, a bee on the lamium and a promising apple bud.
The bees are still going for the red dicentras and you can see both the damage that they cause when they drill through the flowers and a bee hard at work making a new hole.
I wanted to make up a panel of new flowers, but I could only find three, so a poached egg flower, a Solomon’s Seal and a perennial wallflower are joined by a scilla which has lasted well.
I couldn’t pass the anemone by without looking at it closely.
Mrs Tootlepedal washed the greenhouse glass and I edged the lawn.
The attentive reader will notice that unlike the men who built our stone dykes on the hills, I don’t have a long piece of string to make a straight edge. I like to think of it as artistic edging.
After lunch, I went for a walk. On my alternating schedule of walk and cycle, it should have been a cycling day but with gusts of 30 mph, it was too windy for cycling enjoyment so I settled for foot power today.
There was a cloud in the sky…
…but in the brisk wind, it didn’t hang about and it was a perfect day for walking if you had the good sense to choose a sheltered route. I did.
I checked out the bluebells but they still need a day or two (or three) to be at their best so I was quite happy to enjoy the sun and the new growth as I strolled along.
I went along the road to Broomholmshiels and as the dry weather has made the mossy wall along the road less productive than usual, I looked for other pleasures…
…on the way….
…up the hill.
I was going to visit the bird hide to see if the larch wood had been cut down but I met Camera Club member Mairi on her way back from a good long walk, and she told me that the wood had gone. She promised to send me a picture, so I didn’t feel the need to go up there myself and turned at Broomholmshiels to take the track through the woods back to Langholm.
I passed two lambs divided by an old mole hill…
…some vivid gorse, faintly smelling of coconut…
…and some blossom across a field…
…before coming to the the woods and plunging down this track into them.
I had walked this way not long ago but it was no hardship to walk along the path again today, and more leaves had come out to make it seem new.
I was roared at by a Yellow Archangel as I came down Hallpath…
…but I ignored it.
I thought that this picture summed up the day very well.
At just under 5 miles, this was quite long enough for me and I was very happy to sit down to a cup of tea and the last of the toasted tea cakes when I got home. I might have had a ginger biscuit too.
My knees certainly noticed two walking days running, if you see what I mean, but as the wind is supposed to be just as strong again tomorrow, the bike might well remain in the garage for another day.
The flying bird of the day is a regulation chaffinch.