Today’s guest picture comes from Mary Jo from Manitoba. She is worried that her squash is going to take over the whole garden.
It was a relief to find that the day was fine and dry when we got up. This meant that I would have a chance to test out the repair on my road bike, and hopefully consign the shopping bike to shopping for the foreseeable future.
I had a walk round the garden after breakfast to see how things had got on after the rain yesterday.
Things were in the purple.
I didn’t have to look hard to see evidence of the rain though.
The privet is well out now and there was plenty of buzzing as I walked past. I caught this already heavily loaded bee flying in for more.
A smaller insect could found on the verbascum.
I didn’t rush to get out on my bike and the ladies were assembling for coffee in the garden as I set off. Margaret put the wind up me by coming in her coat and claiming that the forecast was for showers.
When I had cycled five miles, I stopped for a look around and felt cheered by the fact the sky in the direction that I would be heading looked quite friendly.
Luckily I wasn’t heading down that particular badly maintained road, but turned south west a few miles further on.
It might have been fine and occasionally sunny, but there was still a bit of wind about and I was cycling into it so I was happy to stop every now and again on my way to the Carlisle bypass to look at wild flowers and get a breather.
The little meadow in the bottom left of the panel is at the roundabout where I joined the cycle path that runs alongside the bypass.
On my way to the bypass, I had passed a house which always raises its eyebrows at me…
…and once I had left the bypass for the road along the Solway coast, I found that the gate into the churchyard at Burgh by Sands was open so I could walk in and admire St Michaels Church .
The Explore Churches website tells me that Burgh by Sands is a very interesting church with layers of history. From the 12th century and on the site of an earlier church, it is built with stones from Hadrian’s Wall and the Roman fort of Aballava, on the site of which it stands.
I cycled on through the village and down onto the road across the salt marsh beside the Solway. A little rise at Boustead Hill on the otherwise flat road gave me a chance to look around. The view is extensive. Those are Scotland’s hills in the background.
Having had enough of cycling into the wind by this time, I crossed the bed of the old canal that once linked Carlisle to the sea…
…and turned for home by way of this fine old house in a village before I got back to the bypass.
In order to take a different route home than the one that I followed on my way out, I went right round the bypass bike track this time, stopping for a banana beside this newly made pond near ASDA.
Between the supermarket and an industrial estate, a little wildlife area with footpaths has been created but I have never explored it and it is likely that I never will.
I made my way across country towards Longtown, with a helpful tree pointing out the direction to follow…
…and stopped to eat a final honey sandwich beside the river Esk….
…just below the handsome five arch bridge which crosses the river there.
It was a day for bypasses because as well as travelling in two directions along the Carlisle bypass, I got back home by way of the Canonbie bypass, which is lined with daisies at its north end.
At the beginning of this month, I had taken on a (not very demanding) challenge to have at least one ride of 100 kilometres. This had been beyond me while I was on the shopping bike, but the 64 miles that I did today more than met the target so I was very happy with my repaired bicycle.
As it was a lovely afternoon by the time that I got home, I had a walk round the garden when I got back. Everything was smiling.
…and I noted that the climbing hydrangea is doing its best to recover from the frost damage and it is steadily producing new flowers, a great attraction to bees.
Mrs Tootlepedal made me a refreshing cup of tea and fortified by this, I mowed the lawns as they were getting a bit out of hand after the rainy days had prevented mowing.
I also filled the bird feeder, which I had forgotten about in the morning. However, the birds must have taken the huff because none appeared so the non flying bird of the day is a wren but not the feathered kind.