Today’s guest picture comes from my brother Andrew who found some peaceful water on a walk. This is Locko Park.
We had a dull start to the day here, with the clouds slow to clear. As a result it was quite a bit cooler than yesterday, and I thought it prudent to put a jersey on as I cycled round to the health centre for some routine maintenance after breakfast. The workmen were busy dismantling scaffolding on the suspension bridge . . .
. . . and the word is that it will be open to traffic next week.
By chance, Mrs Tootlepedal had an appointment at the health centre straight after me, so I had time on my hands when I got home for a look round the garden.
I went for bright colours but when I looked on my computer, I found that I had taken a lot of additional insects too without noticing. You can see them too if you click on the gallery. I did see the ones on the white dahlia.
There is even an insect in this picture is you look closely enough.
The sun came out just after coffee, and the garden filled up with butterflies again. Most of them were on the big buddleia . . .
. . . but other flowers got visitors too today.
The butterflies often had to share with bees, especially on the mint.
The chief business of the morning was lawn care, and I scarified and mowed the middle lawn . . .
. . . and mowed the greenhouse grass and the vegetable garden paths.
As I didn’t have any more room in our own wheelie bin for the mound of moss from the lawn, our neighbour Margaret kindly wheeled her bin into our garden when she came for coffee, and I found a home for our moss in her bin. This is the sort of neighbour that adds quality to a neighbourhood.
A blackbird was very interested in my scarifying activities.
The Roseraie De L’Hay has produced a late runner in the last rose of summer stakes. It will give the two little red roses a run for their money.
My mowing activities also took in the drying green and I noticed that a new cornflower had come to join the phacelias in Mrs Tootlepedal’s mini meadow.
After lunch, I spent a moment watching the birds. There was a lot of flying about . . .
. . . and some passing on of gossip . . .
. . . and a welcome appearance of a few goldfinches.
Then I had a little rest while I listened to some more of the test match. I was roused by a telephone call, and I just avoided paying £5000 into to the bank account of a very persuasive chap who had rung me up to try to sell me the battery in my electric car. I went off for a cycle ride instead.
It was another lovely day for cycling . . .
. . . sunny but not too hot, and with enough breeze to make cycling up the the Ewes valley to Mosspaul a slow business but not painful, and the whizz back down to Langholm fairly quick and most enjoyable.
I stopped on the way up to look at the Ewes Church. Meetings are being held to discuss its future.
I stopped again, just before the start of the final hill to the hotel at Mosspaul. I had come to the head of the valley by now, and the road dives through the trees into a narrow cleft between the hills.
I didn’t have cabbage for my evening meal.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch . . .
. . . and as it is not a very good photograph, I have included a butterfly of the day as well in an attempt to end the post on a good note.