Today’s guest picture comes from my Somerset correspondent Venetia who is still in Cornwall. She wondered if tourists were entirely welcome at Porthleven harbour.
We had a curious day here in Langholm today. After a teaspoonful of overnight rain., it was grey, humid, still and warm. The whole day had the feel of the calm before the storm, as though something rather ominous was about to happen. As it turned out, nothing happened, it was an excellent day for drying the washing, and the day just went on being calm, grey and warm. Mrs Tootlepedal tells me that she is trying to get adjusted to the experience of seeing rain fall out of the sky during her stay in the south.
My morning was brightened by the arrival of Sandy for coffee, and by the arrival of fresh supplies of coffee beans and tea leaves in the post from my supplier in Carlisle.
When Sandy was leaving (with more runner beans), he noticed a green bottle fly feasting on a fallen plum on our lawn. I went and got my camera.
Then I combined dead heading, sieving compost and walking round taking pictures.
The starlings and blackbirds have eaten most of the berries on the rowan tree now, but they always seem to do it behind my back. This starling perched on the tree for a while but then flew off.
I had to go in because I had some very tedious business to do at my computer. Then I had a rather late lunch because an electrician turned up to repair our oven and two lights just as I was about to eat my tomato and lettuce sandwich.
While he was working, I had another walk round the garden. As well as the starlings eating the rowan berries, the nasturtiums are eating our kitchen window bench.
I caught a glimpse of a painted lady butterfly, but it saw me and flew off, The bees and small tortoiseshells are not so shy.
The bird feeder is hardly in demand at all in this spell of warm weather . . .
. . . and this was the only bird that I saw at it all day. It was ironic then that two large bags of bird food were delivered in the early afternoon.
Once I had got the bird food safely put away, I got changed into my newly washed and dried bicycling gear and went off for a pedal.
The wind was exceedingly light, not enough to turn the turbines of the Solwaybank windfarm as I went past. With the temperature just over 20°C (70°F), conditions were perfect for cycling and for the second day running, I managed to go a little faster than I had expected. It started to rain lightly as I left Langholm and I wondered if a thunderstorm was on its way, but by the time that I got to Callister and looked back . . .
. . . it had settled down to being grey and dry again.
There is not much in the way of flowers in the heavily mown verges at the moment, but I did see this sedum in a ditch as I came up to the hill on my way back past the windfarm.
And I thought that for once, the camera did show how the steep the hill that I was about to climb was.
Luckily, it is quite short and I was soon at the top.
Once there I found the truth of an old saying being demonstrated.
The road past the back of the windfarm is very undulating, with hardly a metre of flat road for several miles, so I am often quite pleased to stop on top of one of the little hills with the excuse of looking back to take a photograph.
When I got home, I found that the busy bees were busy as ever . . .
I have been doing a little watering and it is good to see that Mrs Tootlepedal’s lettuce bed has gone from this . . .
. . . to this . . .
. . . in three weeks. (Notice how Mrs Tootlepedal’s special friends, the sparrows, sit on the plank at the edge of the bed and peck the lettuce leaves.)
I will be doing some pecking of my own soon.
I wandered around taking a few more flower pictures . . .
. . . and noted that the insects like the dahlias as much as I do.
As I hadn’t been able to catch a flying bird at the feeder through the window, I spent some time in the garden trying to catch a passing flying bird (failed) . . .
. . . or get a half decent picture of a flying insect (failed again).
I gave up and went in and cooked my evening meal, making use of the newly repaired oven.
Although it matched the very grey day quite well, as this was my best flying bird of the day . . .
. . . I thought that I ought to put in a flower of the day too, just to end the post on a better note.