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Today’s guest picture comes from our son Alistair.  He knows that I like cascades, so he sent me this picture of the Calton Steps in Edinburgh today.

calton steps cascade

We had showers here today but nothing like they must have had in Edinburgh.  It was the sort of day when every time that you poked your nose out into the garden, it started to rain and as soon as you went back in, it stopped.

Nevertheless, it stayed dry in the morning long enough for us to cut back the climbing hydrangea and the clematis over the back door.

wall trimming

These two plants are very fine, but they will send new shoots up the wall and under the gutter every year so they have to be kept under control.

After we had cleaned up, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to a meeting and I walked round the garden to check on the flowers. There were enough bright blooms to offset the general gloominess of the day…

four flowers

…though I noticed that the bloke whose job it is to paint the blackbirds hadn’t got any better.

badly painted blackbird

As it was still dry, I got the mower out and began to mow the middle lawn.  It immediately started to rain quite heavily so I retreated back inside, taking the mower with me.

I put some pea and potato soup on to cook and as soon as the rain stopped, I dashed out and finished mowing the  lawn.  I noticed that we have had over 7 cm of rain recently and it is a tribute to how dry it was earlier in the year, that I could easily mow the lawn even after a sharp shower.

There have been no coloured butterflies about because of the rain over the past two days but the white butterflies are a hardier breed and there were several fluttering about today.

white butterfly on lily

After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal set about trimming some more of our low hedges and I put on the computer hoping to catch up with a backlog of work.  My hopes were dashed by one of those Windows updates when I switched on.  As this one took well over two hours, I had time on my hands so I went out into the garden.

It started to rain.

However, on this occasion, the rain was light and intermittent so I joined in the trimming business and turned a golden box ball back into a green box ball.

trimmed box ball

Then Mrs Tootlepedal and I took a break from our labours (and the rain), and sat on the bench under the shelter of the walnut tree and contemplated the phine phlox at the phar end of the lawn.

phlox at end of lawn

The geraniums have been flowering for months and today they were joined by the first Michaelmas daisy….

four more flowers

…while the calendulas and pink astilbes are providing some brighter colour.

The butterflies may have been put off by the weather but we had plenty of bees in the garden.  This one was visiting a hosta.

bee on hosta

And wherever you look at the moment, you are almost sure to see several sparrows.

crowds of sparrows

Mike Tinker dropped in for a cup of tea.  He is dog sitting for his daughter and Alison and he had taken the dogs for a walk and just got home before the next shower arrived.  He was very cheerful about that.

After he left, I returned to my computer and found that it had finally finished updating.  This was a relief.

I had thought of going for a cycle ride before our evening meal, but I am glad that I didn’t because there was yet another heavy shower of rain and I would have got soaked.

After tea, the weather looked as though it might be better for a while so I went out for a short walk.

Down at the river, the habitually lone gull had been joined by youngsters….

gulls on the esk

…one of whom posed nicely for me.

young gull

My gull knowledge is extremely sketchy but I think this is an adult and two first year young.

Further along the river, the mallards had settled down for a snooze.

ducks at bedtime

By the time that I had got to the Kilngreen, the sun had come out and for the rest of my walk I enjoyed some late evening warmth.

sawmill brig august evening

I crossed the Sawmill Brig and took the new path round the edge of the Castleholm.  The trees beside the path were full of life…

four tree fruits Castleholm

..but the outright winner was the noble fir with its masses of enormous cones.

noble fir cones castleholm

It was a perfect evening for a walk and even the midges kept away.

new path castleholm

I walked round the Scholars Field, entertained by the merry cries of footballers practising on the artificial pitch and then, after a noticing a final set of cones…

larch cones scholars

…I made my way home as the low sun lit up Warbla.

warba august evening

It looks likely that there will be more rainy days to come so it was lucky that I got that long ride in when the weather was good last Friday.

On one occasion when I was out in the garden today, I looked up and saw half a dozen starlings sitting on the power cables but I was too slow to get my camera and catch them sitting in a neat line.

The upside of this is that I have a flying bird of the day today, even if it was by accident.

flying starling

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Today’s guest picture comes from our neighbour Gavin who is on a visit to some Scottish islands.  He looked over the water to see the Paps of Jura.  In my distant youth I ran in a fell race that went right over the tops of those hills.  It was very hard work.

Paps of Jura

It was an all singing (but no dancing) day today and it set the  pattern for Sundays for the next few months with the Langholm Parish Church Choir in the morning and the Carlisle Community Choir in the afternoon.    It was just a pity that it was also fine and pretty calm so from a cycling point of view, it was a wasted day.

Still, it was good to cycle the few hundred yards to church in bright sunlight.  We said farewell to Scott our minister.  It was his last service before leaving to take up a post in Glasgow and he will be missed.

There was no choir practice so we had enough time to do a bit of gardening after the service and while Mrs Tootlepedal toiled, I did dead heading and some shredding….and looked about.

The chilly mornings lately have stopped the grass growing so I had time to spare to stare.

The garden was alive with butterflies with both buddleias pulling their weight…

two butterflies on buiddleia

…and many other plants offering attractions too.  Oddly, the sedum hasn’t pulled a single butterfly or bee in yet…

sedum with no bees

…although it looks quite inviting to me.

The Michaelmas daisies were literally covered with bees.

bees on daisy

Some flowers had found the chilly morning too much for them but a lot survived more or less well.

two rudbeckias

Short and tall rudbeckia

calendual and gaura

Calendula and gaura

two astrantias

Two sorts of astrantia

And the star of them all was a dahlia.

shiny dahlia

I went in and made some potato soup for my lunch and watched the birds while it cooked.

Daddy sparrow supervised the children on the mixed seed feeder…

sparrows on elder feeder

..and Blue and Great Tits took sunflower hearts off to peck at in the plum tree.

blue and great tit

Chaffinches leapt from the sunflower behind the feeder onto spare perches in the shade…

chaffinch landing

…while a little later on, a goldfinch enjoyed sunbathing.

sunny greenfinch

A jackdaw gave me a sideays look.

puzzled jackdaw

We had to go early to the choir to help give out and take in music at the start of the session.  Our new conductor was very impressed by the efficiency of the system.  This term, we have all been given lanyards with our names on.  This is to help members to remember who they are.

Our new conductor made an excellent start.  She is full of pep, knows her singing, has a great sense of humour and is very encouraging so all should go well.

We were able to buy a DVD recording of our last concert with Andrew, our old conductor and I put it on our DVD player when we got back with a great deal of trepidation.  I had two areas of concern.  One was the fact that I was standing in the front row near the conductor so I hoped that the video wouldn’t show me making faces or scratching my nose.  This turned out all right and both Mrs Tootlepedal and I appeared fully committed  and singing cheerfully whenever the camera rested on us.

The other concern was what the choir was going to sound like.  This turned out well too as we sounded well prepared and pretty musical so the DVD will be a good memento of the very enjoyable years under Andrew’s direction.

Mrs Tootlepedal had made the slow cooked stew in the morning and it turned out very well.  With the addition of some home grown potatoes and marrow, it rounded a very satisfactory day off well.

The flying bird of the day came out of the shade of the sunflower.

flyinh chaffinch


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Today’s guest picture comes from my Sheffield correspondent, Edward.  He and his wife went to Singapore for the FI Grand Prix and stopped off at Phuket in Thailand where he was very impressed by the wiring.

Wiring in Southern Phuket

I footered away a fine morning, firstly through a failure of communication with Dropscone about the availability of scones and secondly through indolence when the scones turned out to be a mirage.

I didn’t really do anything…

….though I must have gone out into the garden fro at least a moment or two as I did some shredding of fallen sunflowers and noticed a butterfly on the bench…

red admiral butterfly on bench

…and a bee on a lamium.

bee visiting lamium

They were obviously tucked up snugly during yesterday’s gales.

After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to visit Matilda in Edinburgh, catching the first train to run from Manchester to Edinburgh after the line had been cleared of fallen trees.

I watched the birds.

A blackbird boogied on the lawn….

blackbird dancing on lawn

…a chaffinch put a hex on a goldfinch…

chaffinch putting the hex on goldfinch

…a male chaffinch told a female where the really good berries are….

chaffinch showing the way

…while a determined goldfinch practised its breaststroke…

Goldfinch swimming to the feeder

…and a sparrow kept an eye out for new arrivals.

sparrow checking out a chaffinch

From time to time a jackdaw dropped in to supervise.

jackdaw swing on the fat balls

I had an appointment with the dentist as I had carelessly bashed one of my teeth and I needed to know if I had broken it.  He took an x-ray and reassured me that it was sound.  However, if it is still sore after a few days, it might have to come out so I am hoping for the best and eating very soft food.

On my way to the dentist, I saw many bunches of bright red berries….

red berries by river

…and on my way back, I looked at the foliage that I had seen stuck under the town bridge yesterday.  It turned out to be quite a substantial tree, with its head on one side of the bridge….

tree under bridge top

…and its foot caught on the cutwater on the other side.

tree under bridge bottom

On the bank of the river beside the bridge, I was amused by this little family group of fungi with mother sheltering her two affectionate children.

riverside fungus group

I looked at the forecast when I got home and as it said, ‘rain later’, I decided to go cycling ‘now’.

It started to rain just as I got onto my bike.

However, the rain was very light so I decided to chance it and go anyway.  The rain stayed light as I cycled to the top of Callister and back (13 miles) and faded away as I got back to the town so I pedalled on over the river and went a few miles up the main road. This let me get to the magic twenty miles which is the minimum trip I like to do when I have gone to the trouble of getting the bike out.

After several very windy bike rides this month, it was a treat to find that the wind had dropped entirely and in spite of the light rain, cycling was a real pleasure.

The country is getting browner every day…

brown bracken

…so I looked for a bit of colour in the garden when I got back.  A lot of flowers got blown over yesterday but the verbascum just bent with the breeze rather than breaking…

verbascum leaning

…but the tall cosmos, which should be standing up and looking over the front lawn, is now leaning perilously low over the pond.

cosmos drooping

The Japanese anemone is small and tough enough to have survived quite well.

Tired Japanese anemone

After a nourishing meal of fish cakes, I was picked up by Susan, who was driving her very smart new red car, and driven to Carlisle where we played with our recorder group for the first time for a couple of months.  Roy, our librarian, had picked out a fine selection of music for our delight so we had a very good evening.

It was pouring with rain as we drove home.

I was pleased to find that Mrs Tootlepedal had got home safely in spite of her train being delayed a bit on both the up and down trips.  She had had a good time in Edinburgh.

The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch yet again.

flying chaffinch





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Today’s guest picture comes from my brother Andrew who has returned from Spain and found this fine windmill at Lytham in Lancashire.

windmill at Lytham

A spell of good weather has crept up on us surreptitiously.  It has gone gradually from being cold and grey to generally warm and fine.  It has been raining in the night but by day, the sun has developed a habit of coming out and the wind has lost some of its usual fierceness so we are finding ourselves in the unusual condition of having nothing to complain about.  It is most annoying.

Being Sunday, it was a day of singing rather than cycling or gardening but I found a moment or two to walk round the garden and see what was going on.

Before church I checked on the progress of the alliums…still a bit slow.


There are plenty of buds but precious few petals.

In one of the new beds in the vegetable garden, beans are looking healthy.


And near the bird feeders, the first wallflowers are beginning to show.


After church and before lunch, I had another look.

Mrs Tootlepedal has planted a perennial wallflower this year which is looking good…

perennial wallflower

…but a closer look showed that some evil leaf nibbler has been hard at work on it.  Hmm.

Nearby, the first rhododendron buds are giving promise of a great show to come soon.


They are a contrast to the restrained white dicentra.


I went to check on the pond and saw these bright flowers along the edge.  Mrs Tootlepedal tells me that they are poached egg plants (Limnanthes douglasii for their Sunday name) but the white of the egg is not very much in evidence yet.

poached egg flower

In the pond itself, a frog was banging its head against the wall.  It had possibly been considering Brexit.


I made some potato soup for lunch and there was time for a last visit  to the garden before going off to Carlisle for our afternoon choir.

We did some bench testing but I was tempted into chasing after a white butterfly which flitted from flower to flower so briskly that this was the best that I could do.


Mrs Tootlepedal eyed some tulips in the bed opposite the bench with some satisfaction…


….and resolved to buy a few more for next year.  A sensible decision in my view.

We had a good session with a substitute conductor with the Carlisle Community choir.  The drive down through the fresh green leaves of spring was worth the journey alone but the singing was enjoyable too.

During the day the blackbird male was assiduous in attending to the needs of his two offspring. ..


…although, as usual, they never seem very cheerful about things.

A keen eyed jackdaw visited the feeder to sample the fat balls…


…and left enough for a sparrow to enjoy later on.


On the seed feeder, goldfinches sparred…


…siskins loomed up…


…and a pair of redpolls made a determined effort to dislodge some siskins.

siskins and redpolls

We had a vague plan for making the best of a sunny evening as we drove back from the choir but once we had got settled into the kitchen over a cup of tea on our return, the rest of the day slipped away before we could rouse ourselves to action.

We seem to have been quite busy lately and as neither of us sleep as well as we would like, we were a bit tired and the sitting room sofa held a lot of charm.

I am hoping to get the new bike out again tomorrow if the good weather holds.

The flying bird of the day is a goldfinch.





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Today’s guest picture shows one of the ponds in Parliament Hill Fields.  It was taken by my sister Mary who knows a good pond when she sees one.

One of the ponds in Parliament Hill Fields

There was rain in the night but we woke to a quiet, grey and dry day.  After breakfast, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to sing in church and I retired back to bed for some additional snoozing.  I got up again in time for her return and we had a cup of coffee.  That was the most exciting moment of the morning.

As I was looking for a quiet time, it was lucky that I had a large and extremely complicated Bank Holiday prize crossword to occupy me and I spent many hours during the day looking at it and not putting any answers in.

As far as I can remember, I didn’t do anything requiring actual physical endeavour until I went out into the garden to do a little dead heading and snapping just before four o’clock.

There were no coloured butterflies to be seen but the subdued light made a white butterfly easier to photograph.

white butterfly

While I  was out, the sun broke through and one of our blackbirds warmed up its behind on the roof of our neighbour’s shed.

blackbird on shed roof

The weather got to be so nice that I went for a walk.  I asked Mrs Tootlepedal if she would like to come to but she had been very busy wielding a pick axe in the process of uprooting a large fern so she was more ready for a sit down than a stroll.

The Esk looked very pretty in the sunshine when I walked along Elizabeth Street…

River esk and Town Bridge

…and once again, there were wagtails on every side.


I walked on over the bridge and sat down on a bench to enjoy a nougat wafer from Pelosi’s ice cream van on the Kilngreen.  I was hoping to see some duck or gull action but they were not in a co-operative mood so I walked up the road, stopping to admire a  good looking St John’s Wort …

St John's Wort

…and then took the track up the hill from Whitshiels.

I kept an eye out for fungi as I walked through the woods…


…and looked at the view when I got out on the hillside.

Ewes valley

It is a view that I never tire of looking at.

As well as the hills, there was a big sky to look at too.

Ewes sky

I went up the hill past my favourite three trees.

Hollow tree

They are hollow, they have holes underneath them, they look old and rickety and they have healthy branches and leaves.  They are a model to old people just to keep going in spite of everything.

I kept going.

The open hill was sprinkled with tiny yellow flowers.

tiny yellow flowers

In spite of the overnight rain, the going was very good underfoot and when I reached the Newcastleton road, I went straight across and followed a track leading onto Whita.   I thought of climbing up to the monument but it seemed a step too far so I contoured round the hill and joined another  track leading down to the top of the golf course.

A buzzard circled high above my head…


…and the town lay tucked in among the hills below me.

Langholm from Whita

It was a good day to be out walking, warm but not too hot and nearly windless.

When I got to the golf course, I walked down the Kirk Wynd, hoping to find interesting things to look at and brambles to pick.  There was plenty to see but the brambles were far from ripe.

bee and bramble

Kirk Wynd

I had a look at the golf course, as I always enjoy the sight of so much carefully mown grass.

Langholm Golf Club

The short ninth hole

There were a couple of golfers about to play the hole so I didn’t linger and pausing for one last look at the view…

Timpen from the Kirk Wynd

…I walked down into the town and made my way home.

Without looking at it very closely, I had bought a fillet of smoked fish yesterday when we were in Carlisle.  It was described as River Cobbler and seemed very cheap.  When I looked at the label properly today, I found to my amazement that it was a piece of farmed fish imported from Vietnam.   I had never heard of this fish before but I find that it is a species of catfish and has been the subject of trade wars between Vietnam and the USA. It has been been passed off as cod in certain fish and chip shops in the UK.  Sometimes I feel that the world is passing me by.

I used it in a kedgeree which I made for my tea and while it was edible, it wasn’t something that I will look for again.

The flower of the day is one of Mrs Tootlepedal’s many dahlias….


…and the (just) flying bird is one of the many riverside wagtails.





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Today’s guest picture is a very fine harpsichord, built in 1999 after one built by one of the Ruckers family of Flemish harpsichord makers of the late 16th and early 17th C.  My sister Susan heard it played at a concert recently.  Lucky her.


This was the last day of our very warm and dry spell and, with only a light wind, it would have been an excellent decision to get up early again and have a cycle ride before breakfast.  However, you can’t expect miracles and by the time that I had risen and had breakfast, it was time to go up to the Moorland bird feeders.

I had a quick walk round the garden before I left.


A pretty new iris has come out


Pale colours were the flavour of the morning

Mrs Tootlepedal enjoys making use of ‘wild’ flowers in her garden….

foxglove and honeysuckle

…as well as more cultivated flowers.  She has planted out some dahlias which she has grown from seed and the good weather has encouraged them to produce flowers already.


I had promised Sandy that I would fill the feeders for him as he is away on holiday and  I was very happy to do it, as the feeder site is in a beautiful spot and there are often interesting birds to look at.  Mrs Tootlepedal came with me in the hope of seeing some passing raptors.  She was disappointed but I sat in the hide and watched several woodpeckers very happily.


On the moor, great swathes of bog cotton drifted down the slopes.

bog cotton

When I got home, I deferred any cycling plans and enjoyed some scones and coffee with Dropscone instead.  He had found that he had some cream that was past its best so he had incorporated this into the scones and they were even better than usual.

When he left, cycling was put back again as I had four bits of grass crying out for a mow and I managed to do three of them before I had to retreat into the cool indoors.

I managed the fourth one after lunch and was quite pleased to have done them all on a single day.  The combined area is not large…


…but it was quite hot enough to make any work quite hard.  The drying green and the greenhouse grass are cut with an electric hover mower and the front and middle lawns with a traditional push mower.  The front lawn still needs work to help it recover from being neglected last year when we failed to turn it into a meadow.

In between the mowing, I took breaks with my camera in hand. The little butterflies were back.

orange tip butterfly

And there were a few more bees than of late.


There was a glimpse of colour which turned out to be the very first orange hawkweed of the summer.

orange hawkweed

I thought that I should show the very dark irises in context.


They are inconspicuous and striking at the same time.

The sunshine has brought a lot of colour out and I took a look at some colourful corners.

The bed round the bird feeder

The bed round the bird feeder

roses daisies iris and rocket

Roses, daisies, iris and rocket

iris, daisies and rhododendrons

Iris, daisies and rhododendrons


The little red rose  Moyesii is a colourful corner in itself.

After I had finished the last lawn, cycling was very much back on the menu but before I could set off, my chain urgently needed cleaning so I set about this task with some zest.  A clean, well lubricated chain makes a lot of difference to a cycle ride and mine had got so clogged with dust that it had come off while I was changing gear on both my last two rides so I gave it a good deal of attention.

By the time that I had finished that, at a time when the day was at its hottest, I needed another rest.  Mrs Tootlepedal was busy planting out even more dahlias.  I had to look hard to find her in the flower bed.


Prizes for spotting the fairest flower of them all

Then there were the strawberries to water and that took time and finally, I had to admit to the truth.  It was too hot and I was too lazy.  I wasn’t going to cycle anywhere other than the High Street to run an errand.

Plan B involved pro relaxing.  It worked well.

I got up enough strength as a result to have one last walk round the garden with the gardener.  I took a bee’s eye view of some flowers.




Primula and euphorbia

iris and allium

Iris and allium

A bee was having a bee’s eye view of its own nearby.


I might have enjoyed a late pedal in the cool of the evening with  Mrs Tootlepedal but she went off to the annual supper outing of the Ewes Women’s Rural Institute, of which she is a member.   This is Langholm’s answer to La Dolce Vita and she had a good time.  While she was gone, I did more well judged relaxing.

I  might be sorry that I didn’t get a pedal in, however warm it was, because the forecast is offering a chance of rain for every day for the next seven days but I can’t deny that we need a little rain so I won’t complain.

The flying bird of the day is not a great photo but it is out of the ordinary for me so I have put it in anyway.

flying woodpecker





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Today’s guest picture shows a bridge on the Trent and Mersey Canal which was visited today by my brother Andrew.

Looking back at the same bridgeI started my day with a visit to the doctor to discuss statins.  After stopping taking them a few months ago, I was persuaded back onto them and I was hoping that a recent test would show that they were having no effect so that I could stop taking them again.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on which  way you look at it, they have proved to be very effective and my cholesterol is now in a happy place. A bit of negotiation has got me onto a reduced intake so both the doctor and I were reasonable content with the outcome.

I took a picture of some of the decorative cobwebs which festoon the suspension bridge on my way to the health centre.

suspension bridgeWhen I got home, I celebrated by knocking out a batch of eight drop scones to share with Sandy when he came round for coffee after filling the Moorland bird feeders.  Although they were obviously not up to the standard of the great Dropscone himself, they can’t have been too bad, because we ate them all between us.

When Sandy left, I wandered round the garden for a while.  Butterflies were sunning themselves.

butterfliesFlowers were looking quite cheerful.

poppy and nasturtiumAnd a starling was doing some heavy grooming on the wire at the end of the house.

starlingThen I went in and put a week of the newspaper index into the Langholm Archive Group database and as a result found myself pretty well on schedule to keep up with the data miners.  Things were going well so I settled down to the crossword and an early lunch.

After lunch I got the fairly speedy bike out.

When I went to get it back from the bike shop yesterday, I purchased a new saddle while I was there.  This is always a tricky business as the saddle is a thing that can bring misery to a cycle ride if it doesn’t fit.  I had hoped to go for a long ride today as the weather was fine and the wind light but the bike mechanic had impressed upon me the importance of running the new saddle in gently.

I mentally whittled my proposed 60 mile ride down to 40….and then to 30…and finally a bit of good sense kicked in and I went for a modest 20 mile ride up and down the fairly flat road to Wauchope Schoolhouse and back three times.

I started off very gingerly for the first lap but gradually my confidence grew as the saddle gave me no trouble and by the third lap, I was going at a good speed.  These are early days though and it will take a second and third ride to find out if the saddle really will suit.

Here is a portrait of the saddle on the fairly speedy bike.

new saddleThe man in the bike shop was rather shocked that I should consider having a white saddle on a black bike and I agree that it isn’t very stylish.  However there are two points to consider – one, he didn’t have a black saddle in this model and two, I will now be able to recognise my bike quite easily in a crowd….and as a bonus, no discerning bike thief would be seen dead on such a mismatch.

When I got off the bike, I rang Sandy and suggested a walk and when he came down, he said he would like to find some fungi.  I told him that I knew just the place and we set off to walk the couple of miles to the Becks road and back by Gaskells.

There were fungi.

fungiThe track along the fields was a delight.

Meikleholm trackWhen we got to the woods, we could hardly move for fungi.

fungiOf every sort.

fungiEven deep in the darkest spots, there was still fungus and mould to be seen.

fungiWe didn’t neglect the lichens.

lichenWe came out of the other side of the woods into the sunshine…

Hallcrofts…and enjoyed the view of Whita.

WhitaWe couldn’t pass the Auld Stane Brig without a snap.

Auld Stane BrigAnd there was still more fungus to admire as we came home along gaskells.

fungusWe ate a few blackberries to keep our strength up as we walked along and got home in very good spirits, having enjoyed a short autumn walk in perfect weather.

Sandy went off and I had another walk round the garden. My favourite poppy had looked a bit head down and depressed in the morning but the sunny afternoon had perked it up a lot.

poppyThe main question though was what would happen when  30 starlings….

starlings…noticed that I had put some pellets in the new feeder.

The answer was starling frenzy….

starling frenzy…followed by a starling shouting match.

starling sandwichMrs Tootlepedal was away in Edinburgh visiting Matilda so I cooked myself a fillet of haddock for my tea in her absence.  When she returned, she had to go out again almost immediately, this time to a WRI meeting and I waited for a short while before Sandy reappeared and we went off to the Archive Centre.

Sandy did some painstaking searching through microfiches for the year 1930 to answer a query from a correspondent while I put another week and a half of the index into the database.  After a suitable refreshment in the Eskdale, it was finally time for a little rest.

The flying bird of the day is a horizontal chaffinch.

flying chaffinch

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