Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Susan who is having a short break in Chichester with my sister Mary. They couldn’t help noticing the cathedral.
The weather here was variable once again. I got up early intending to go cycling before breakfast but it was raining. I fortified myself with porridge and a banana and went off after breakfast. It was still raining
It rained for pretty well every one of the twenty miles down to Canonbie and back home. I didn’t take any pictures.
It stopped raining more or less as soon as I got back, and I walked round the garden admiring the dahlias, many with insects enjoying the flowers too.
Then I walked to the shop with Matilda. We passed a very fine St John’s Wort on our way.
On our way back we noticed that there is a little more water in the river now.
Mrs Tootlepedal was in the garden when we got back, and she and Matilda cut some flowers for the visitors’ bedrooms, while I did a bit of dead heading and enjoyed the good spread of French marigolds round the old chimney pot.
After lunch, we all went for a walk to the top of Warbla. The forecast was dubious about the wisdom of walking, so we took umbrellas and rain jackets. Naturally enough, the weather remained dry for the whole of our walk.
We passed a large family of ducks swimming down the Wauchope as we went into the park. You can see some of them in today’s header picture. There were eleven in all.
Mrs Tootlepedal, Matilda and I forged ahead in our quest for the summit, though we did stop and look at things as we went. We saw quite a lot before we even got to the open hill. The blue flower is devils-bit scabious I think. The yellow flower is a better picture of the Impatiens noli-tangere.
We were happy to stop and admire the views as we went up the track. It was a rather grey day, so the views weren’t stunning, but we thought that they were worth a look. (I recommend a click to enlarge the pictures in the gallery.)
It was pretty windy at the top of the hill so after a quick look down over England where there was some distant sunshine. . .
. . . and another over Langholm where there wasn’t . . .
. . . we turned back down the hill and headed for home. We hadn’t gone far before we met Alistair and Clare coming up the hill at a more sedate pace and Matilda walked down the track with her father complaining about cruel grandparents who made her walk up steep hills.
He was very sympathetic.
Everyone was restored to full health and happiness by a good supply of drop scones made my Mrs Tootlepedal when we got home.
I took a moment to watch the birds before our evening meal. There were siskins, siskins and greenfinches and siskins and sparrows.
It was mostly peaceful but there was one incident of a small siskin kicking a much bigger sparrow ff its perch.
Everyone was pleasantly tired after the walk and we had a quiet evening in.
The flying bird of the day is a siskin . . .
. . . and the flower of the day is a lovely dahlia which would be a knockout if only it had all of its petals.