Today’s guest picture comes from my brother Andrew. He had a lot better weather than we had yesterday when he went for his walk.
We had another grey morning here today, with the occasional hint of drizzle, and we were very quiet for a while after breakfast, until we got out into the garden for a look around.
The late lilies are certainly adding quite a bit of sparkle to the autumn scene in the garden .
While we were out, a familiar sound made me look up into the sky. More geese were coming in for winter.
When our coffee time came round, we welcomed three of our neighbours, Liz, Ken and Margaret in.
After coffee, Mrs Tootlepedal and I got busy with shears and secateurs and gave the climbing hydrangea and the clematis over the garage door a thoroughly good clipping. We’re trying to keep the hydrangea away from the electricity supply.
Then we got busy deadheading. There was plenty of work to be done, but I did have time to have a look around the flowers before going in for lunch.
I was going to go for a bicycle ride after lunch, but a combination of an unexpected shower of rain and the opportunity to watch the women’s road race in the world cycling championships from Belgium overcame any anxiety to go out and get wet.
The rain had stopped by the time that the bike race had finished. After checking on a blue tit on the feeder . . .
. . . I went out for a walk instead of a bicycle ride.
Once again,, I wore my new waterproof trousers, and once again, they worked perfectly. The weather remained dry for the whole of my walk.
I started by going to the Kilngreen to see if I could see any waterside birds. A gull flew up as I arrived, passed a gentleman lighting his pipe, and disappeared into the distance.
I walked up the road towards the rugby club, and as I got near, I could hear the sound of a match in progress. I stood on the banking and peered over the river at the action.
There were quite a few spectators watching the game, but I didn’t stay too long as I wanted to get my walking in while there was still some light to see what was going on. I walked up to the High Mill bridge crossed it, and walked round the field to the Baggra.
Once again, it was not a great day for views. . .
. . . and there were not a great many wild flowers to look at as I walked along the lane.
At the end of the Baggra, I turned right and walked along the path above the woods, looking left and right . . .
. . . and then came down to the pheasant hatchery, still looking around . . .
. . . and walked along the river bank path until I came to the Duchess Bridge.
As well as telling us where to find good brambles, our friend Nancy had advised me that if I crossed the Duchess Bridge and turned right, I might some find something of interest there. Once again she was quite right, and there was a cornucopia of rather battered fungus (a fungucopia?) to be seen beside the path through the woods.
I took advantage of the very low water in the river to slide down the bank onto the stones, and get a look at the Duchess Bridge from below.
On my way back home, I passed some rather more delicate fungus on a fallen tree trunk.
I took my time over the walk because although it was dry, it was a rather warm, heavy afternoon, and I was quite tired when I got home after 4 miles.
Because of the late start to my walk, I didn’t have time to do anything interesting before our evening meal.
When it came to writing this blog, I was still in trouble with the plaster on the end of my typing finger, so I have made use of the ‘speech to text’ facility provided with my version of Windows 10 (Windows key + h), and I’ve spoken almost all of the text in tonight’s post directly into the computer. Sometimes computers are quite wonderful. Happily, the health of my finger is much improved, and I might be back to hunt and peck again tomorrow night.
The flying bird of the day is that wandering gull from the Kilngreen.