The Press Gang

With the latest lockdown rules prohibiting our usual apple juicing squad from visiting, we have been somewhat tardy in getting going this year. However, with the apples determined to demonstrate the effects of gravity, we pulled ourselves together on Wednesday and dragged the apple press out. Lachlan and I had collected the apples in theContinue reading “The Press Gang”

Blue sky thinking

We have had a glorious few days recently. Aside from dog walking duties, I have largely been spending the days in the garden, resplendent in my wellies and my Dickie’s navy blue and red zip up boiler suit (which gives me the air of someone who might, at any moment, pivot from gardening and fixContinue reading “Blue sky thinking”

Family ties

It seems we are locking down again. The nights are drawing in and, like it or no, nestling in at home will be the order of the day again, for the next few months at least. Our rules are stricter up here. Household mixing indoors is now generally a no no. As the weather isContinue reading “Family ties”

Another year older and madder

Yesterday was my birthday. And a very fine day it was too. The sun was out and so were we. Ishbel and I took Lyra for a bijou walkette after (or half way through in Ishbel’s case) breakfast, whilst Lachlan had classes, and we scoped out the elderberry bushes for a planned afternoon foraging trip.Continue reading “Another year older and madder”

Crabby, moi?

We have two crabapple trees in the orchard and this year they are festooned. The first to ripen has long, reddy orange fruits which are perfectly edible raw – I think they have a tang of lychees – but which cook up beautifully. They generally crop well and every year brings the crabapple challenge. LyraContinue reading “Crabby, moi?”

Meanwhile back at the ranch…..

We came back from Glenelg straight into a visit from David and Karen, so no chance for the liver to dry out. We’ve been rather starved of house guests from the wider world since the Covid lockdown started, so we made the most of it. As a result, Keith and I are now on dayContinue reading “Meanwhile back at the ranch…..”

It’s not the pram in the hall

That gets in the way of women novelists and artists – it’s the bloody ironing. There is satisfaction in raising a child – on the whole I rather like mine. Admittedly there have been moments when I could cheerfully have sought out the returns label, but those were fleeting (and the logistics in any caseContinue reading “It’s not the pram in the hall”

But does it spark joy???

Anyone who has witnessed our kitchen table and the “hoardery” in my garret will comprehend that the Marie Kondo method is not generally applied at Ruthven. However, in a few places breaking point has been reached and the cry has rung out “something must be done!” Unusually for us, something has….. Keith has done sterlingContinue reading “But does it spark joy???”

The tardy correspondent

It has been a few days since the last post. Things are becoming a little more normal here at Ruthven, the vista of life is opening up. We have had not one but two visitors to liven things up (Thomas and Anne) and I think we have all benefitted from differing perspectives and a licenceContinue reading “The tardy correspondent”

Potions and notions

I fear that I may need to hit the turmeric latte – given I have now told you all twice about my rose petal pot pourri endeavours (the perils of finishing a blog after dinner and a few glasses of wine). However, in for a penny and all that, I am still at it andContinue reading “Potions and notions”