Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony. It is not the sharpest picture that he has ever taken but you don’t get to see an otter very often, so any picture is brilliant.
Our spell of gorgeous late summer weather continued here today. Once again it was sunny without being too hot, so we were very happy.
Attila the gardener got to work early, and soon showed the overabundant pink phlox who was boss.
I did some shredding of the results, and wandered around as usual, happy to see sunny flowers . . .
. . . but only seeing one peacock butterfly.
Margaret came round for our morning coffee and we enjoyed sitting in the shade of the walnut tree in perfect peace. There were no aircraft flying over head, and no building works in the neighbourhood.
There was some activity in the rowan tree though.
A blackbird and an adult starling came and picked a berry . . .
. . . but the young starling came and went without pecking.
I saw a second peacock butterfly while I was waiting for the young starling to make up its mind.
After a busy day yesterday, I was very content to have a quiet morning today while Mrs Tootlepedal worked hard in the garden, and luckily I found a tricky bank holiday crossword to help me waste time. Quite a lot of time.
I put down my pencil to look at the birds for a moment.
After lunch, we both sat on the sofa and watched the cyclists in the Vuelta toiling up long hills in very hot conditions. They are heroes.
When the stage had finished, I went out into the garden to enjoy the late afternoon sunshine. Two doves were enjoying it too.
I found backlit snapdragons, dahlias looking good from in front and behind, and the first hint of colour in the sedums
And there was still plenty of colour around.
While Mrs Tootlepedal cooked roast chicken for our evening meal, I took the opportunity to stretch my legs by walking down to Skippers Bridge and back.
The next time that I do this walk, I should be able to go over the suspension bridge. It has been repaired and should open officially on Monday.
Today, I still had to take the longer route over the town bridge before heading down the riverside path past the Co-op. . .
. . . and enjoying the sights on the way.
Skippers Bridge was as photogenic as ever . . .
. . . but sadly I didn’t have the right camera to capture the little fishes who were disturbing the tranquillity of the water by leaping into the air. I don’t know whether they were trying to catch insects, or trying to avoid being caught by something bigger under the water.
I crossed the bridge and made my way home along the Murtholm track.
It is becoming impossible to deny that autumn is in the offing . . .
. . . but it does mean that the hazel nuts are ripening . . .
. . . and I found one that was ripe enough to pick and take home to Mrs Tootlepedal who likes nuts.
I liked this patch of thistledown with one seed just about ready to fly the coop.
The war memorial in the park is looking very well tended at the moment.
The roast chicken was cooked to perfection, with potatoes, runner beans and mashed neep from the garden to go with it.
After our meal, we watched the highlights of the England bowlers defying expectation and playing really well to record a handsome victory in the test match against India. There are some days when watching other people taking all the exercise is the right thing to do, and this was one of them.
There was no flying bird of the day today so I found a flying bee instead.