Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony. When he looks out to sea, he can see a rig parking lot..
Because we are generally confined to the garden rather than driving or cycling all over the place, there is a certain similarity between one day and another in our life, especially in this current run of good weather. The result is a series of posts which are uncannily like the ones from the day before. This can’t be helped.
The daffodils are almost over and the azaleas and clematis are not yet out so tulips are the main colour in the garden at the moment. Even though we see them every day, they still give enormous pleasure and I have put in a few here even though they have all appeared before.
A new fancy one has come out to join the bright red and yellow variety…
…and the last daffodils are fighting an uphill battle to get noticed.
My favourite tulip shot of the day was this unexpected interior.
Other flowers are doing well but don’t quite have the ‘hit’ of the tulips.
Honesty (more every day), anemone (there are only two in the garden)…
…perennial wallflower (the start of a lasting relationship I hope) and lamium (better than ever this year) are all doing their best.
One exciting new development is the first appearance of a trillium.
This shot of the willow in front of the hedge along the road wins the prize for the oddest picture of the day. Do you see a cartoon character there?
And a bee very kindly lay flat on a leaf to let me get a good picture before it flew off.
I cycled round to the shop and took this picture of the blossom beside the river on my way home.
I say ‘beside the river’ but the water is so low that it was impossible to get it and the blossom in the same shot.
The date rolls turned out better than I thought and are very tasty. They gained the approval of the street coffee gathering.
After lunch we had a cheerful time watching Matilda – at a distance on WhatsApp – open a very sparkly birthday card from Mrs Tootlepedal and a pile of books from us both. They should have arrived on Monday, which was her birthday, but the post is running very slowly at the moment. The delay didn’t seem to lessen Matilda’s appreciation of the sparkle or the books. She gave us a dancing display to show us how she is keeping fit during the lockdown. We were exhausted just watching it.
Then I went for a cycle ride. It was a warm day with virtually no wind and for once the turbines were not moving, so my knees were on display again.
I chose a circular route, probably never more than ten miles from home as the crow flies which ended up delivering a varied 40 mile outing.
I started by going past the Gates of Eden….
…and headed for the site of a new wind farm near Bailliehill. I liked this notice with its helpful illustration, just in case drivers didn’t know what they were driving.
I passed new life on my way.
My route took me down the very top of the course of the Water of Milk and on a day like today, it did look like a land of milk and honey.
I got to Paddockhole and turned back towards Langholm, passing this fine roadside tree near Grange Quarry…
…and a surprising patch of violets in the bank at Dunnabie.
I didn’t go straight back to Langholm, turning off at Crowdieknowe and joining first the Waterbeck and then the Gair road. There was a lot of gorse about near Gair.
I cut off from the Gair road and headed for Chapelknowe, pausing to admire these trees and the very rare sight of a con trail in the sky.
To the south west. Skiddaw, nearly thirty miles away, looked very close.
Although I had started the ride with little or no wind, by the time that I turned for home, the wind had got up and the wind turbines were turning gently so I concentrated on pedalling from this point and took no more pictures. I did stop for a moment to drop in on my sisters’ daily Zoom meeting just to say that I wouldn’t be joining it. The wonders of technology! (If I had a phone mount on my bike, I might have pedalled and chatted at the same time, a sure recipe for disaster.)
I took a banana, some guava jelly and the last decent date that I had in the store cupboard for nutrition on the ride but when the time came, I couldn’t bring myself to eat the date, and brought it all the way home again. I will have to eat it some time but I won’t be able to get a new stock until the lockdown ends.
In the evening, after Matilda was safely in bed, her parents, Alistair and Clare rang us up and gave us a stern lecture on the proper way to behave in the present crisis. As we had been worrying a lot about them, it was very nice to find that they had been worrying a lot about us. They seemed very cheerful in spite of not having been out of the house at all for a month so we will try to pay attention to what they advised. As Mrs Tootlepedal pointed out though, it is quite hard to change one’s view of oneself from being clearly immortal to being elderly and needing shielding in the space of two months.
No flying bird today, just two doves up the pole.