Walking the marches

I spent a few days with Mum in Selkirk last week and on the Sunday we set off to walk up towards the Three Brethren. Last time we went that way Mum was still pretty hard up and we didn’t get much past the top pond, so we thought we would put her to theContinue reading “Walking the marches”

Back on Patrol

With the quarantine ended and my leg largely mended, Lyra and I were finally able to hit the trail again today. I was up with the lark and out with the pooch before anyone had a chance to object (though Lachlan I think rather appreciated the lie in as his last night in Glenelg sawContinue reading “Back on Patrol”

A little Jolly

At long last my self isolation ended on Tuesday night. Wednesday rose shimmering with sun and I took to the lounger on the gin terrace for an al fresco breakfast, communing with my outdoor tomatoes and pip the lemon tree whilst Keith sweltered below in the gym. The old place was really looking rather fineContinue reading “A little Jolly”

Home Alone

Circumstances have taken everyone off recently and I am left behind self isolating with symptomless Covid. Well, I seem to be the only person who thinks the strawberries are a bit tasteless this year so I may have one symptom – the loss of taste thing (though it is not, as you will hear, reducingContinue reading “Home Alone”

A Jungle excursion

It has rained and rained recently. The tax bill remains on the verge of payment, but I did find time to make the first soap and facial scrub batch of the year, clearing out the last of last year’s supplies to make way for a new season of slittery. So we have plum crumble andContinue reading “A Jungle excursion”

Days of wine and roses

The clouds and mist are back, which is nice for the new plants but a bit dreary for everyone else. I feel distinctly short changed given the Met Office 10% chance of rain prediction. I suppose someone locally has to be in the 10%, but I tend to the view that it should most certainlyContinue reading “Days of wine and roses”

An open and shut case

Ruthven has been a hive of activity over the last few weeks as we completed final preparations for our annual open day. Mum came over and, with her usual stakhanovite zeal, sneaked out every morning at 6am and had several hours of weeding under her belt before anyone else surfaced. Our friend Anne came downContinue reading “An open and shut case”

Hippety Hop

I am still stuck in the leg brace. One might have thought that forced inactivity would have driven me to the keyboard, blogs to write, emails waiting attention and so on but no, somehow the one thing I could easily do has offered the least attraction. Over the last couple of weeks I have: finallyContinue reading “Hippety Hop”

Still Hirpled

The ankle sprain transpired to be a cracked bone and lord alone knows what ligament damage. After hobbling around like a hirpled hen for a week, I hitched a ride when mum went to see Dad in hospital and visited A&E. I am now sporting a dashing Beckham Boot. The weather has been beautiful andContinue reading “Still Hirpled”

From our hedgerow correspondent..

As avid readers (Sue this is you!) will now know I am stuck indoors, on this loveliest of days, with my feet up and my ankle gently reheating a bag of frozen peas. I have therefore decided to make a virtue of necessity and bring my hedgerow reportage up to date. In short, (and ideallyContinue reading “From our hedgerow correspondent..”