Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony who remarked that he hadn’t seen a cloud in the sky all day. But that is East Wemyss for you.
It was a day of coming and going today; coming to Langholm and going from London. I walked down with Annie to deliver Evie to her nursery and then, after a last look at Annie’s garden . . .
. . . I walked down with Mrs Tootlepedal to the tube station to catch an underground train to Euston Station. I was a bit nervous about this, but the train was not very full, everyone was wearing masks, and social distancing was being observed. We got to Euston without any worries.
We had arranged to meet my sister Mary at the station for a goodbye coffee before we caught our train back to Scotland, and we managed to arrive pretty well at the same time. We had coffee and toast at a station eatery, and once again everyone was behaving extremely sensibly so we had our meeting in pleasant conditions. I may add that the toast which came with the coffee was as perfect as a slice of toast could possibly be. It would almost be worth visiting London again just to have another slice.
It was very good to chat to my sister, and she parted company with us as our train was called. We joined the train in good time, and then the curse of Mrs Tootlepedal struck again.
Regular readers will know that on her last train journey a day or two ago, she had trouble with trains at Maidenhead not going in where they should. She had to leave and rejoin trains until she finally found one going in the right direction. Our train today turned out not to be going anywhere at all! All the passengers had to get out and embark on another train in scenes very reminiscent of M. Hulot’s Holiday.
As a public service, we are going to publish a note when Mrs Tootlepedal attempts to catch another train so that people can be warned of the trouble ahead.
Apart from that, the train trip was excellent, and we passed the time by watching the final mountain stage of the Tour de France on Mrs Tootlepedal’s tablet. We had plenty of time in hand at Carlisle before catching the bus, so our arrival there a bit late was not a problem. We had time for a coffee and a cake at a cafe near the station while we waited. All the same, we were very happy when we finally got back to Langholm, even though we had to trail our cases over the town bridge as the suspension bridge is still not open.
The view from the bridge as we crossed it, suggested that it hadn’t rained much in our absence.
However, the view from the front gate reassured us that the garden had not suffered too much as a result.
We had a walk round before we settled in, and I took a few pictures. My first call was to see if the raspberries had ripened while we were away.
I checked on the roses.
Special Grandma gets a slot of its own.
Mrs Tootlepedal was pleased with the progress of the snapdragons.
In the front bed, dahlias and calendulas are looking promising.
And the evening sun picked out the clematis beside the front door.
A bee grazed the eryngium.
All was good.
We went back out into the garden later on and by coincidence met Mike Tinker and some of his family who were passing by. He and his wife Alison have been keeping an eye on the garden while we have been away and have done a great job in caring for our tomatoes.
It was a really enjoyable visit to London but we are still pretty pleased to be back on our own patch and there is plenty of work waiting for us in the garden for tomorrow.
No flying bird or flower of the day today, but a reader has asked for a picture of our compost bins so here it is. They are built on a modular system which makes it easy to adjust their size to current needs.
Footnote: The header picture is the view from the train as we went through the Lune valley. When we get there, we feel that we are nearly home.