Today’s guest picture comes from my Lancashire correspondent, Paul. He thinks that this pretty pot rose of his has a very fitting name, “Alpine Sunset”.
We did have a good sunset here today, but we had a very grey dawn and it rained while we were in church, so once again we got damp bottoms when we cycled home. However, there had been some measurable rain overnight which we did welcome.
I found that we had greenfinches in the garden when I looked out after breakfast.
The church service has been reconfigured lately and only includes three hymns these days. We in the choir think that this is about two hymns too few. We had a very acceptable substitute organist in again this week, but we are hoping that Henry, our own choirmaster and organist, will be back next week after recovering from Covid.
I had a walk round the garden after coffee when we got home, and found that the wet weather had put the bees off visiting our dahlias, though one was sneaking in . . .
. . . but there were some very soggy bees on the sedum.
I did some dead heading and then sieved a load of compost. As this cleared all the compost out of Bin D, I turned the contents of Bin C into Bin D. It had rotted down well. Then, feeling perky, I turned the contents of Bin B into Bin C. I got a surprise in the middle of the task when I spotted a slow worm burrowing into the material.
We have never knowingly had a slow worm in the compost bins before so this was quite exciting.
Mrs Tootlepedal had just cut the sweet peas down so compost Bin A was very full, and I decided to wait for a day or two before turning its contents into the now empty Bin B.
By this time, I was quite ready for lunch, but as it consisted of ham broth and cold sausage toad, I recovered my energy quite quickly.
After lunch, I spend a few minutes watching the birds. They have returned in quite good numbers, though the sparrowhawk flying through the garden keeps them away from time to time.
Today we had a seedy blue tit . . .
. . . and a young goldfinch from a late brood hoping to be fed while its parent ignored it and tucked in, looking a bit shifty I thought.
There was quite a good selection of birds about, including chaffinches, greenfinches, goldfinches, a sparrow and a siskin.
It was a reasonable, if grey, afternoon so Mrs Tootlepedal and I decided to go for a short cycle ride round Potholm. Almost as soon as we had made the decision, it started to rain quite heavily, so we watched the cycling World Championship Time Trial instead. The rain stopped before it had finished so we turned it off, got our bikes out and set out.
The route took us past the ice cream van on the Kilngreen. We didn’t pass it, but stopped for a 99 and a nougat wafer.
The skies looked a bit doubtful . . .
…with a mixture of clouds and blue skies, but we we were suitably dressed . . .
. . . and we were rewarded with dry weather for our outing, although the sun was always over there . . .
. . . or up there . . .
. . . and never where we were.
There was just a little more water in the river when we crossed the bridge at Potholm . . .
. . . but I don’t think that our reservoir will have risen much, if at all.
Today’s curious cow is a bull.
With their typical idea of what is funny, the weather gods turned the sun on just as we got home. At least it brought out the best in our neighbour Liz’s magnificent creeper.
A sad pile of feathers on the lawn showed that the sparrowhawk had paid us another visit while we were out.
It hadn’t put off the bees and other insects though, who were back on the dahlias again.
I had a look round the garden and enjoyed the flowers in the sunshine (and the fuchsia tucked round the corner by the back gate). . .
. . . before going in.
We had stewed apples and blackberries with custard for a treat after our evening meal. They were delicious, and there may be just enough brambles left in the garden for us to have another helping soon.
The forecast is for a low of 7°C overnight tonight, but after that, overnight temperatures should rise again and there seems to be no danger of frost for a while at least. Under the circumstances, we should soon be ready to have lettuce in our lunchtime sandwiches (for some time).
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch keeping its head very still as it applies the brakes before landing.