Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary. Having seen our neighbour Liz’s garden fungus in yesterday’s post, she wants to point out that she has fungus in her London garden too.
We had another sunny morning here today, but as is to be expected at this time of the year, a sunny morning brought low temperatures, and our garden thermometer was registering a measly 1°C when I got up for a rather late breakfast.
We had a leisurely morning, idling about until we had coffee with Margaret, although I did manage to cycle round to the shop to top on supplies. When Margaret left, I had a look round the garden to see what the low temperatures had left flowering.
I was delighted to see that the snapdragons were laughing at the chill . . .
. . . and other flowers were quite perky too.
Even more surprising was the sight of hopeful insects on some flowers.
The prize for effort goes to the little red rose which is covered with optimistic buds.
I picked the last of our beetroots, and although they were very small, they cooked perfectly well and tasted very sweet. I also dug up a leek and made some leek and potato soup for lunch.
After lunch, I took a moment to watch the birds and found a female chaffinch disturbed for a moment by a passing male chaffinch which did not stop for a snack.
Chaffinches and goldfinches made up the bulk of the visitors while I was watching . . .
. . . and some birds had to wait their turn.
Still, the sun was out, so it was probably no hardship to perch in the plum tree for a while.
Although the temperature had risen by the afternoon, it was far from warm, with a brisk north westerly wind making me wrap up with several layers before getting my bike out.
I stopped almost as soon as I had started, when a heron at Pool Corner flew up as I approached, and perched in a nearby tree. This is not Mr Grumpy.
When I got going again, the wind turned out to be a considerable obstacle to swift progress, and I got to the top of Callister at a miserable 8 mph. I wasn’t helped by my legs. They were still feeling yesterday’s walk, and were not in the mood for vigorous exercise again today.
I humoured them, and pottered round Gair and the Solwaybank windfarm at a modest pace.
On my way to Gair, I stopped to look over towards the hill fort at Burnswark and was once again impressed by how many electric wires the powers that be can put up in front of a good view.
There were light clouds about, and I liked the way that one of a pair of turbines at the windfarm was in shade and the other in sun.
I had the wind behind me by this point so I wasn’t as pleased as I might have been by the tree lined road a little further on . . .
. . . as despite its beauty, it was definitely keeping the wind from helping me along.
I was impressed by a how small my bike looked when I leaned it against a big tree beside the road . .
. . . while I stopped to take a picture of the first bridge over the River Sark.
Looking upstream, I could see that nature had provided another temporary bridge.
I took a final picture to show what a fine day it was . . .
. . . and then concentrated on getting my legs to carry me round the rest of my 25 mile tour.
Mrs Tootlepedal had done some useful gardening while I was out, but it had been too chilly to stay outside long.
It was good day for eating garden produce. After the beetroot and leek earlier on, Mrs Tootlepedal made an apple sponge for afters at our evening meal. I contributed some custard and it made a tasty end to a quiet day.
It was mildly annoying to see how many of the birds at the feeder approached it from the shadows cast by the feeder itself. Today’s flying chaffinch is a good example of finding the only shadow in an otherwise sunny spot.