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Today’s unusual guest picture comes from my Australian correspondent Stephen.  He
is currently in Melbourne. Last night he attended an opera performance in the Melbourne Arts Centre – the blue-lit building on the left of his picture. He took the shot while walking back to his hotel after the performance. The shot takes in the Yarra River, and the central city area.

melbourne at night

Since it is a panorama shot, a click on the picture will be rewarding.

We woke to a grey and drizzly morning and darkness fell on a grey and drizzly evening.  In between, it was grey and drizzly.

We were not discouraged though and spent most of the morning in the garden.  Mrs Tootlepedal was hard at work and I helped out when I could.

There is no doubt that the garden is past its best, but there is still a lot of colour to be found.  This fine plant was bought as low growing but it must like it here as it has got very tall.


The verbena behind the bench is rather sparse with well spread out flower heads on spindly stalks so it doesn’t offer much to a photographer as a whole plant, but each head is very attractive.


And I managed to find another dahlia that hasn’t been nibbled to death.


This poppy is the reddest flower in the garden and I was pleased to see that it had a little friend in the damp conditions.

poppy with hoverfly

The delicate honeysuckle on the fence has survived the heavy showers very well…

honeysuckle with stamens

…and the perennial wallflower is living up to its name and providing an endless steam of flowers on the end of ever lengthening stalks.

perennial wallflower

Mrs Tootlepedal recently bought a new phlox and has found a home for it.  It looks quite happy there.

new phlox

A variety of colours is available in the bed beside the front lawn.

three bright flowers august

I checked on the dam just in case, but it was still in a very calm mood.

calm dam after storm

While Mrs Tootlepedal trimmed hedges, I trimmed the second box ball at the far end of the front lawn.  In a perfect world, both balls would be the same size and shape but this was the best that I could do.

trimmed box balls

As it happens, the slight imperfection doesn’t matter too much as Mrs Tootlepedal is going to savagely cut them both back later in the year.  They will be reduced to short and stubby twigs, but if the ones at the other end of the lawn are anything to go by, they will soon start growing again.

regrowing bocx balls

These will need clipping quite soon.

I took a picture of the perennial nasturtium that grows on our yew….


…which was just as well as the yew was next in line for clipping and the nasturtium got short shrift.

trimmed yew

The yew is not yet quite in the shape that we would like it to be but considering that it too got a savage clip a couple of years ago and looked like this….


…it hasn’t done too badly.

There is a clump of poppies beside the bridge over the pond and they looked very dainty and fragile today…

dainty poppies

…but in fact, they are very resilient and are holding up well.

dainty poppy

We dug up some more potatoes and found some that were so large that it was obvious that baked potatoes were just the thing to have for our lunch.

After lunch, Sandy rang up to say that his new electric bike had been delivered.  In spite of the light drizzle, he was keen to give it a go, so not long afterwards he appeared at our house…

Sandy and his bike

…and obligingly posed for a picture before we set off.  Because the weather wasn’t very welcoming, we agreed that a three mile jaunt up the road to Wauchope Schoolhouse would be a good test run and off we went.

My worst fears were realised and as we went up the first hill on leaving the town, Sandy sailed up it serenely and had to wait for some time until I came puffing up to join him.  It is gently uphill to Wauchope Schoolhouse, and pedal as hard as I could, Sandy rolled away from me every time we hit one of the shallow slopes.

Considering that he is not currently able to walk any distance and he hasn’t cycled for quite a long time, it is obvious that an electric bike is a brilliant solution to getting out and about and taking as much as exercise as he wants while he is doing it.

In fact, he enjoyed the outing so much that when we got the Schoolhouse, he suggested going up a couple more hills to the top of Callister.  He gave me a good start and cruised past me on the lower slopes of Callister.  He kindly waited for me at the top.

Now I was in my element as his bike is limited to about 15 mph while using power assistance and I had gravity and a gentle wind to help my legs for the six mile return journey.  Going back down to the town, I had to wait for him a couple of times.  Honour was satisfied.

We had a cup of tea with Mrs Tootlepedal when we got back and then Sandy left to see how well his bike would get him up the steep hill back to his house.

I settled down to put another parish magazine onto the Langholm Archive Group’s website and then had a last look round the garden.

Mrs Tootlepedal has a very fine mint growing beside the greenhouse.


Mrs Tootlepedal cooked a very tasty lamb and lentil dal for our tea and that rounded off a day which had been much more enjoyable than the weather.

There is no flying bird today but to take its place, here is Sandy, flying up the Galaside on his way home, as his new bike (and quite a lot of pedalling) whisked him up the hill.

Sandy whizzing up galaside

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Today’s guest picture is the last from Venetia’s trip to Madeira and shows a local flower.  It is an echium known as ‘The Pride of Madeira’.  As you can see, it is popular with the locals.

Madeira flower

The forecast for tonight and tomorrow morning is pretty gloomy with strong winds and rain predicted.  As I write this, I can hear the wind sighing round the house and the rain pattering on the windows and I can only hope that the forecasters are being excessively pessimistic as they often are and we will avoid any storm damage.

The last day of our good spell of weather was grey but still warm and with gentle winds in the morning.  We couldn’t make the best of it though as I had an early appointment at the new hospital in Dumfries to see a surgeon about my low iron count.

The drive was smooth and uneventful,  the newly planted meadows round the hospital were as interesting as before…

DGRI meadow

…and since I was seen promptly and sent home with no need for further investigations, the trip was very satisfactory.  The advice was to keep taking the tablets and eat more greens.  I shall do both.

While we were in the vicinity, we went to have coffee at the very good garden centre we visited last week and while we were there, three plants, some more lawn feed and a new garden hose reel insinuated themselves unobtrusively into our shopping trolley and we had to pay for them before we could get out.  Since we had just gone for coffee, this was very odd.

When we got home, there was a lot to do in the garden before the rain came.  During the afternoon, I mowed the drying green and sieved some compost for Mrs Tootlepedal to use in her planting out work.

Because it is a great deal easier to shift compost when it is dry, I also took the opportunity to shift the contents of Bin B into Bin C and I know that discerning readers will never forgive me if I don’t record this event.

compost bin c and d

The warm dry weather has speeded up the composting process a lot and made sieving and shifting an easy task.

I also wound on the front garden hose on to the new reel…

new hose reel

…though of course, the weather will now be so bad for the rest of the summer that we will never have to use it.

In  between times, I wandered round the garden to take as many pictures as I could to record the end of our good spell.   (I apologise for the number of pictures in today’s post.)

The vegetable garden is looking very well organised….

vegetable garden

…and I was able to have a good helping of Mrs Tootlepedal’s cut and come again salad leaves with my lunch.

Of particular interest to me was this…

strawberry fruit

…as I haven’t  netted the strawberries this year and I am hoping to pick as many as I can before….


…the blackbirds notice them.

There are new flowers about.

day lilly, loosestrife and goldfinch rose

Day lily, loosestrife and the first Rosa Goldfinch

…and old friends are doing well.


I tend to show close ups of astrantias so I thought I ought to show you the two colours on a broader scale.

At the top of the front lawn, the two box balls are in full colour…

golden box

…and all round the garden, the Sweet Williams that Mrs Tootlepedal has planted out are bringing some zing to the flower beds.

sweet william

On the house wall, the climbing hydrangea is looking healthy…


…and there is a constant buzz as you walk past it.

hydrangea with bee

The ‘ooh la la’ clematis is thriving….

ooh la la clematis

…and as it is in a very sheltered spot, I hope it survives the wind and the rain.

When I went in for lunch, I took the opportunity to watch the birds.

We have had daily visits from pigeons and collared doves recently….


…and the supply of siskins and goldfinches seems endless.

goldfinch and siksin

I got the composting and mowing done before the rain started and then after a cup of tea with Mrs Tootlepedal, who had been busy on a task in the town, I decided to go for a walk as it was too windy for enjoyable cycling.

There was some occasional drizzle but not enough to discourage me.  We could certainly do with some rain as the ground is very dry and the rivers are extremely low.

River Esk low

Somewhere along the gravel at the left hand side of the river in the picture above are five oyster catchers but I had to walk along the grass to see them.

The five were two parents….

oyster catcher parents

…clucking away and watching anxiously over three youngsters.

oyster catcher young

I know that there are four pictures but there are only three birds.

On the other side of the town bridge, I caught up with a pied wagtail…

pied wagtail

…standing unusually still for such a fidgety bird.

I looked back from the Sawmill Brig…

Ewes Water Island

…and wondered if there would be enough rain to turn the green mound that you can see back into an island again.  It is covered with roses, knapweed and umbellifers.

The light wasn’t very good and the threat of rain ever present so I didn’t dilly dally though I stopped for long enough to look at some docks…


…admire the treescape on the Castleholm…

Castleholm tree view

…and check on the wild flowers along the Scholars’ Field wall…

nettle and umbellifer

……before calling in on my fern expert Mike to talk about going on a fern walk soon…

…and then going home to cook the tea.

In the evening, Mrs Tootlepedal went out to practise with the church organist’s summer choir and I rested my voice again.

I only went to the doctor in the first place because I was having trouble with a little hoarseness and after being thoroughly checked and cleared of any other problems, the hoarseness is still there.  I have another week of rest and then I will go back to the doctor again to see what is what if things haven’t improved.  I am missing singing more than I expected.

The flower of the day is the butter and sugar iris.  I am not sure that it will survive the night’s weather.

butter and sugar iris

I may possibly have run out of guest pictures.  Just mentioning it.


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Today’s guest picture comes from a Canadian correspondent, Mary Jo.  She thinks perhaps their weather is worse than ours by some way and if the evidence of a chokecherry  tree blown over is anything to go by, she is quite right.

fence before

We were promised some wet weather here today but like so many promises recently, this turned out not be the case and the rain has been postponed until tomorrow.  In fact, the day turned out to be pretty good, if rather windy.

It didn’t matter to me in the morning as I was in the Information Hub on the High Street but not giving out information as there were no visitors asking for any.  Luckily there is plenty to read in the newspapers at the moment so I put the two hours in without getting bored.

Once I was back home, it seemed like a good idea to do as much work in the garden as we could while it was still fine so I did quite a bit of mowing before lunch and after lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal and I finished the trimming of the box balls round the front lawn.

Box balls

After all the recent hedge and ball trimming, there was a heap of cut stuff to be dealt with so we got the petrol shredder out and put the whole lot through it in quick time.  Most of the result is resting comfortably in compost Bin A now.


Once this task was over, I had time to wander round the garden looking at flowers. They were enjoying the sunshine too.

peony, geum and Icelandic poppy

The Icelandic poppy on the right was looking particularly cheery so perhaps it knew what was going to happen later in the day.

There are a lot of Martagon lilies getting ready to flower and this one was the first in the race.

Martagon lily

As well as our large ox-eye daisies, we have a clump of smaller daisies too.

small daisies

And if you want even smaller but perfectly formed flowers there is a Cotoneaster in the back border which provides just that.


The pushing of the mower and the bending and stretching with the trimmer was more than enough exercise for the day and a short rain shower, just as I might have been considering a walk, confirmed that watching Wimbledon on the telly would be the best thing to do so I did it.

I did find time to look out of the window as well.

Siskins were very busy…


…as were the sparrows.


Other birds took on the role of spectators.

They were small…






…and large.

Jackdaw and wood pigeon

Jackdaw and wood pigeon

The jackdaws were interested in the some peanuts which I had put out on the bench beside the feeders.


In the evening, I inadvertently found a channel that was showing the England vs Iceland football match in the European Championship. I hadn’t meant to watch the game but in the end, I watched enthralled as highly paid players failed to pass the ball to each with any great precision or purpose and when they did get near goal, managed to kick the ball anywhere but in the direction of the  net and this let plucky Iceland (pop 330,000) beat England (pop 53,000,000) by two goals to one..

These things happen but at least the footballers can console themselves with the thought that they have managed to get out of Europe a lot more quickly and cleanly and with less fuss than the politicians are going to be able to do.

On an incidental note: since Iceland had beaten the Czech Republic, Turkey, Holland and Latvia in the qualifying rounds, perhaps the result should not have come as quite such a surprise to the expert commentators as it seemed to.

The flower of the day is the Lilian Austin rose, at its most expansive just before the inevitable decline sets in.

Lilian Austin

And the flying bird of the day is one of the busy siskins.

siskin flying

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Today’s guest picture was taken by Venetia on our recent tour with her.  It shows a fine set of foxgloves near Hopsrig.

foxglovesRather to our surprise, we had a very pleasant morning today and Mrs Tootlepedal made the most of it by working hard in the garden.  I clipped three more of the box balls….

box balls…leaving just two more to go.

The recent wind and rains have battered the delphiniums so severely that Mrs Tootlepedal is thinking of not growing them again but there are still quite a few standing…..

delphiniums…and I would be sorry to see them go.

The first dahlia of the year has appeared in all its gaudy glory.


Not a shy retiring flower.

Our lone gooseberry bush is doing well and both our neighbour Liz  and  Scott, the minister, dropped by during the day to collect a little of its bounty.  There is still plenty left for me so well has it cropped this year.

In the early afternoon, I left Mrs Tootlepedal to keep an eye on the Tour de France for me and went off to the White Yett in the car.  Today was the day of the Castle Craigs ride out and my plan was to take a picture or two to celebrate this event.

I left the car and walked up the track towards the monument.  There was plenty to see on the way.


Every boulders was lavishly supplied with lichens

And the side of the track was lined with thistles.

thistleThere is no sign of proper heather (calluna vulgaris) yet but there were a few bursts of bell heather (Erica cinerea) beside the path.

bell heather thistle

There was pink all around.  The thistles were busy with bees.

I got to a spot on the hillside where I could look down to the town in the valley below…

Langholm…and protected my camera from some unwelcome rain.  Walkers coming up the track in front of the riders were better dressed for the weather than I was…

walkers castle craigs…but luckily for me, standing there coatless in my short sleeves, the rain soon stopped.

The Castle Craigs ride starts in the Market Square and the riders gallop up the Kirk Wynd before assembling on the hill….

Castle Craigs…and then starting the climb up to where I was standing.

Castle CraigsThe cornet and his retinue will ride up this track again next Friday, our Common Riding Day, but then he will be carrying the town’s standard.

Castle CraigsHis mounted followers passed me by in single file on the narrow track…

Andrew Jeffrey…some, like Andrew, obligingly pausing for the camera….

Castle Craigs…before disappearing round the shoulder of the hill.

They collect at the Castle Craigs (hence the name of the ride)….

Castle Craigs…where they wait for a boys fell race from the Tarras valley below….


You can see cars parked at Cronksbank where the ride stops for refreshment on its way round the hill.

…before setting off back along the track….

Castle Craigs….and then down the track that I had walked along….

Castle Craigs…until they get to the road.

Castle CraigsI let them go and walked slowly back to the car stopping to admire a small green frog which Keith Davidson pointed out to me….

green frog

It was about the size of my thumb, much smaller than the frogs in our pond.

…and a last piece of bog cotton…

bog cotton…and the two handsome cairns which mark the track.

castle craigs cairnsAs the cavalcade continued on its way, I drove home in time to see another exciting stage of the tour come to its conclusion.

It soon started to rain so I was glad that I had not followed the riders any further.

I had thought of another short cycle ride but the combination of walking over some very rough ground following the horses and the intermittent rain persuaded me that this was not a particularly good idea so I didn’t go out.

My knee is steadily improving and I hope to give it a good test soon.

Later, I dug up three more early potatoes and was pleased to find no slug damage on them at all.  Long may this happy state of affairs continue.  I picked a few broad beans and had them and some of the potatoes with a lamb stew for my tea.

If it doesn’t rain too much tomorrow, I am going to start picking the blackcurrants as I notice that the birds have got ahead of me there and there may not be many left if I delay any longer.

I found a flying chaffinch in the rain.

flying chaffinch

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Today’s guest picture comes from Dropscone’s sister Liz and shows the beach at Cromer in Norfolk which she visited last month while on a walking holiday.

Cromer June 2015 Pier and Huts 092 (12)Very stiff winds put all thoughts of an early morning pedal out of my mind and I did a little shopping instead and then had the pleasure of eating some of Dropscone’s scones while we chatted over our coffee.  We also had a tasty slice or two of cake.  This had been a gift to Dropscone but it had currants in it and he tells me that his children won’t eat cake with currants, apparently in case it poisons them.  They are otherwise quite intelligent people but their loss was my gain.

After Dropscone left to get ready to play golf, I did a little light mowing and a touch of dead heading before going back inside.  My good (unoperated on) knee was a bit sore so I didn’t want to tax it too much.

I set the camera up on a tripod at the kitchen window and took a few bird pictures.  It is certainly easier to have the camera on a tripod as my shoulders are a bit sore at the moment too and holding the camera with the zoom lens on steady for any length of time is a trial.  Even with the tripod though, the light wasn’t very good as we have lost all vestige of summer weather except for very brief moments.

sparrrow and chaffinch

If I was that chaffinch, I might make an excuse and leave.

siskin and sparrow

The siskins were being as rude as ever. There were plenty of spare perches.

There are a number of golden box balls in the garden…

box balls..and as we are at the time when they need clipping, I went out again and clipped a couple.  This one ended looking quite spherical which was pleasing as I don’t have the best eye for getting them right.

Today was the day of the first ride out of the year, the start of the two week build up to our Common Riding.  I had planned to walk  up a hill after lunch and see the horseman galloping across the countryside but by this time my knee was really sore and I had quite a bit of difficulty just walking the half mile up the road to the Auld Stane Brig.  Still, it was worth the effort.  Watching a ride out is a bit like watching a bicycle race.  First you get marshals and then you get the police…

Benty ride out…and only then do you get the main event.

Benty ride outSoon the whole road is full of horsemen….

Benty ride out…but no horsewomen, as even in this day and age, this ride out is an all male affair.

Benty ride out

This is Jamie, the cornet, who will carry the town’s flag round the marches on our great day.   A great responsibility.

Like a bike race, the horsey equivalent of the peleton soon passes by and disappears into the distance.

Benty ride outI was left to limp home, my dicky knee giving me plenty of excuses to stop and admire the verges on the way (without falling into any holes, I’m glad to say).

There were spikes….

sorrel and nettle…and more spikes and feathery things too.

umbellierfa and nettleI have had a lot of trouble trying to get sharp pictures of wild nettles but I have come to the conclusion that this is not just incompetence but chiefly because the nettles themselves are so fuzzy that the camera just can’t cope.

I was just about to pass another wild flower of no special interest when some odd colour caught my eye.

Wild flower with insects

It was certainly of interest to a variety of insects

One of which posed for a close up.

bluebottleThese insects are like mallards’ heads and look blue or green depending on how the light strikes them.  You can see one looking green on the right in the first picture.

I stopped at Pool Corner to look at the slow worms dancing and a rosebay willow herb looking delicate.

slow worm and rose bay willow herbAlthough it had rained on me while I was waiting for the riders to arrive, the sun had come out when I got back to the garden so I took a moment to look around.

Red flowers

I don’ know what the one on the left is but the one on the right is our first nasturtium

I need Mrs Tootlepedal to be on hand to help me name the flowers.  She is still staying with her mother for a few days.

poppy and honeysuckle

A rather elaborate poppy and the honeysuckle problem solved – catch it before it comes out.

The ornamental clover is looking wonderful and a close up reveals once again that things are more complex than they may seem on the surface.

cloverThere were other white flowers about.

The very last peony and Bobbie James just cutting loose.

The very last peony and Bobbie James just cutting loose.

My knee was quite sore enough to put paid to any scheme which didn’t involve sitting down when I finally got inside so I sat down and stayed there until it was time to cook my tea.  I don’t know whether the sore knee is a delayed result of falling down the hole two weeks ago or whether it a side effect of the pills which I have recently started taking.  We will see what a little rest does and that should give me a clue.

After tea, I went out with my neighbour Margaret to the Buccleuch Centre.  The Centre has recently become part of the live screening scheme which beams plays, operas, ballets and concerts into cinemas all round the country.  Tonight was their first screening so we were all a bit nervous about whether the satellite technology would work well but everything went like clockwork.

The show we saw was André Rieu’s live 2015 concert in Maastrict.  His billing describes him as “The King Of Waltz” and his concerts are a feast of light classical music laced with operatic arias, sentimental choruses and interesting guests (70 Romanian pan pipers and dancers and a 1920s style close harmony Germany singing group tonight).

The effect is akin to sitting in a warm bubble bath, drinking wine and being pelted with marshmallows and it was altogether delightful.  Everything is done to make you feel happy.  The ladies in his orchestra are dressed in elegantly puffy ball gowns in pastel shades, all the players are allowed to show that they are enjoying their playing by smiling and interacting, the audience are encouraged to join in, the staging is brilliantly colourful and André Rieu himself is a charming and witty host.   It would take a heart of stone not to enjoy the performance.  I don’t have a heart of stone so this was right up my street and tears of joy and laughter coursed down my cheeks at many moments during the evening.

As some of you will know, I usually regard any concert of more than and hour and a half as an affront to people’s patience but this one lasted three hours and was not a moment too long.

A chaffinch is flying bird of the day

flying chaffinch

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Today’s guest picture was sent by my friend Mike Tinker who encountered a bird cherry tree on a walk near Brampton yesterday.  The tree had been completely defoliated and had been covered up in a weblike material by the bird cherry ermine moth.  He tells me that the tree looked as though it had been wrapped in cling film.  Creepy.

Bird cherry ermine

Our spell of dry and fairly warm weather continued today and I paid some attention to my general tiredness and instead of getting even more tired by bicyling,  I spent a very leisurely day relaxing, helping a little in the garden now and again and chatting to Granny.

I wasn’t entirely idle as I found the energy to mow and edge a lawn and clip four of the box balls round the front lawn.  All the box balls are now clipped and only the short hedges remain.  Mrs Tootlepedal did one of them today.  She would like to take at least one of the little hedges out to reduce the clipping load but they do give very good definition to the garden so they will probably survive.

I thought that I had taken pictures of all the roses that were out today.


[Top left to bottom right: Crown Princess Margaretha, Goldfinch, Rosa Mundi, Jacobite Rose, Special Grandma, Gallica Complicata, Moss rose William Lobb, Lilian Austin, The Wren]

…but I realised too late that I had missed out the Queen of Denmark.

Our old lawn water sprinkler has broken down so we have got a new swirly watering device to attach to the hose and I set it up to water one of Mrs Tootlepedal’s flower beds.  I like the pattern’s that it makes.

swirly water sprinkler

I walked round to check on the tadpoles in the dam behind the house.  They were still there.


Alison Tinker suggested that these may be toads and not frogs in the making as the toads spawn later then frogs and often in running water too.  I shall keep an eye on them as they develop if I can.

The two Fuchsias in the garden are not looking very good in spite of much cossetting but the old fashioned Fuchsia on the back wall is thriving on benign neglect.


Two clumps of Ligularia are just beginning to come into flower.


I enjoyed a defiant rose adding a touch of pink to a mass of blue and white in the border beside the front lawn.

campanulas and delphiniums

Campanulas and Delphiniums

We had a tasty hard boiled egg salad for lunch with home grown lettuce, locally produced tomatoes and cheese from not far away so we felt we had done our best for the local economy as well as eating good food.

Some persistent squealing outside the kitchen window caught my attention.  A young starling was wanting his lunch too….and this very moment now please.


The parent flew up to the feeder and the baby practised looking pathetically hungry.

young starling

It worked.

young starling

Soon a sibling arrived.

young starlings

This proved too much for the parent who flew off followed by two wailing youngsters.

After lunch, I went off to the Tourist Information Point at the Kilngreen for two hours where I saw not a single tourist and gave out not a jot of information.  As I had newspapers to read, a crossword to do and a bag a very unlocal cherries to eat, the time passed pleasantly enough.

As a reward, I got myself a an ice cream from the van on the Kilngreen when I shut up shop and ate it while looking at birds on the river bank.

I was watching a wagtail….


…when a disturbance behind me made me look round.

The resident heron had arrived and was being harassed by furious gulls.

gulls and heron

The heron looked a little nervous but stood its ground, occasionally fluffing itself up .

fluffy heron

The gulls kept circling round and shouting at it which gave me the opportunity to take a picture or two…

black headed gulls

…before I cycled home.

Here I indulged in some top quality idling, helped by having Wimbledon tennis on the telly but I did get up from time to time to check on the seed feeder to see of any finches had arrived.  There was a trickle.

greenfinch and chaffinch

A greenfinch and a chaffinch

I saw a flock of goldfinches not far away a few days ago so I am hoping that they will make an appearance soon.

We had a very brief flying visit from a coal tit too.

coal tit

Mrs Tootlepedal was working away in the garden all this time so I went out to check on her activities and couldn’t resist yet another shot of the Eryngiums which are probably now at their peak of blueness.


In the evening, Mike and Alison came round and Alison and I caused several notable composers to spin rapidly in their graves as we did a bit of violence to their music but,  as usual,  we enjoyed ourselves as we did it.

The flying bird of the day is one of those complaining gulls.  This is a young black headed gull.

black headed gull




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