Welcome home

Today’s guest picture is another from Venetia’s visit to Porthleven in Cornwall.

It was a day which started with low cloud and rain . . .

. . . and ended with sunshine and the return of Mrs Tootlepedal.

In between, Dropscone came round for coffee bearing first rate scones (and leaving with runner beans), and I had a walk round the garden . . .

. . . a visit to the shop when the clouds began to lift and the rain stopped . ..

. . . a check on the blue tits at the feeder . . .

. . . another look at the flowers . . .

. . . lunch, and a bicycle ride.

It looked as though it was going to rain again, so I dressed for wet weather and needless to say, it stayed dry and the sun came out half way round. I thought that I would try to go round my 20 mile Canonbie circuit without stopping at all, but the sunshine on the hills as I came back down to Wauchopedale proved too much for me and I cracked.

I had a cup of tea with our neighbour Liz when I got back, and then, since I hadn’t taken any cycling pictures, I went for a short three bridges walk.

In spite of our recent little bits of rain, the rivers have rarely been lower, with the mighty Wauchope is reduced to a trickle as it goes under the Kirk Brig to join the Esk

On the Esk, today’s fashion was for standing on a rock . . .

. . . though I was very pleased to find a sitting duck (which I shot).

The afternoon could hardly have been more different from the gloomy morning . . .

. . . and I saw a friendly gull, who took off and made a fly past as I walked along the Kilngreen . . .

. . . distracting me for a minute from my observations of the many wagtails which flit along the rocks beside the Ewes Water, and occasionally stop long enough for a picture.

On the Castleholm, there were signs of impending autumn . . .

. . . the occasional wild flower . . .

. . . and resin exuding from the noble fir cones.

I spurned the chance of a rest on my way . . .

. . . and admired the style of the sole competitor who had entered the man and dog race.

I spotted a popular flower on the Scholars’ Field . . .

. . .and got home in time to make some cauliflower cheese and eat it before going off to meet the London train and Mrs Tootlepedal at Carlisle Station.

She arrived only a few minutes late, and as you can imagine, I was very pleased to see her.

Our drive home was uneventful, and there was just enough light left for a tour round the garden before we went in and gratefully collapsed after a long day.

Normal service will be resumed tomorrow.

The flying bird of the day is that obliging gull at the Kilngreen.

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

18 thoughts on “Welcome home

  1. The header shot of the garden is beautiful. It’s hard to believe that fall is happening there.
    That’s a great shot of the three insects on what looks like a cat’s ear flower.
    Good to hear that Mrs. T. made it home safe and sound.

  2. I too enjoy the header shot of the garden, giving us an interesting perspective of it. The sitting duck gave me a morning smile and I am glad Mrs. T. is home once more.

  3. Glad to hear Mrs. T. is back home. I enjoyed all the photos. , especially the views. Langholm couldn’t be situated in a more beautiful place.

    We had a most welcome misting rain here for a good part of yesterday, a sure sign of autumn. The land is thirsty.

  4. The water droplets on the nasturtium leaves makes for an excellent photo and I like the two flying bird photos… especially the blue tit. Welcome home Mrs T.

    1. It is always a pleasure to see blue tits in the garden,. There were thee of them today and a great tit which I failed to photograph. It is good to see Mrs T in the garden too.

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