Today’s guest picture comes from my Canonbie friend Simon. He is working at the Belfry golf course at the moment, and sent me this pleasant view of a place where you definitely don’t want to put your golf ball.
After another chilly night, we woke to another dry day here. It was cloudier than recent days, and this heralded a change in the weather. As I write this post in the evening, serious rain is falling for the first time for weeks. Although rain is not welcome to a cyclist, it is much needed in the garden so we are not complaining. It looks as though both the nights and days are going to be warmer next week, and that will be welcome in the garden too.
Mrs Tootlepedal made the best of the morning and got her sweet peas sorted out out, while I cycled round to the shop, and did a little dead heading before and after coffee with Margaret.
Although we are not overwhelmed by bees and other poillinators, there are a few about and the dandelions were getting one or two visitors.
The pair of ducks who seem to have taken up residence on the dam were back again today.
When I was not dead heading, I was looking around the garden.
I made some dull soup for lunch, and looked at the birds while it was cooking. We have a plentiful supply of redpolls just now.
After lunch I considered my options. As I was considering them, a light rain started to fall and that ruled out cycling. I decided that I would go for a short walk in the hope that the forecast heavier rain would wait until I had finished.
This hope was well founded, and I was able to get back home without getting significantly wet at all, although it rained lightly the whole way round. The rain was light enough for cricketers to keep playing . . .
. . . and for the cherry blossoms to look delightful and not soggy . . .
. . . but I still thought it wise to take a sheltered route until I had seen what the rain was going to do.
At the top of the Lodge Walks, I came across a bank of wild flowers including wild strawberries and Jack by the hedge . . .
. . . and I was able to enjoy the greening up of the trees across the pheasant hatchery, and the bluebells in the woods along the top path as I came back from the North Lodge.
When I came to the start of the Baggra, the rain was so light as to be almost unnoticeable. I decided to walk along the track and come home by way of the High Mill Brig.
The trees have been felled at the start of the track, and this let me look down on a game of rugby being played at Milntown, the home of Langholm Rugby Football Club. Langholm, in red, were pressing, but had unfortunately dropped the ball at a crucial moment.
Leaving the game behind, I strolled along the Baggra . . .
. . . enjoying the unusually dry conditions underfoot. The change in the weather may mean that I won’t be so lucky next time that I walk along here.
There were wild flowers to be seen beside the track, marsh marigold, primroses, buttercup and violets.
Having come down to the main road, I passed the rugby ground on the other side, and was able to look across the ground to the top of the clear felled bank from where I had watched the match earlier.
While I watched, Langholm contested and won a lineout . . .
. . . and shortly afterwards scored a well worked try.
I walked on, and an uncivil goosander flew away with a flurry of wings when I tried to take its picture. I caught up with him later as I came to the Langholm Bridge.
As the rain seemed to be getting a little heavier when I got to the suspension bridge, I abandoned thoughts of going down to Skippers Bridge and took the direct route home, satisfied to have got four pretty dry miles in.
For some reason, perhaps from trying to keep up with Mrs Tootlepedal on our recent cycle rides, I was quite tired by this time, and I was more than content to idle the rest of the afternoon and evening away.
The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch bearing down on a siskin.