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”

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”

Gardening Excuses Nos 3 and 4 – Chuckling Lavender and Pea therapy.

Gardening time has been at a bit of a premium recently what with the final days of Ishbel’s northern tour (and the following few days of required detox) and ongoing family travails (dad is back in hospital). Accordingly on the sunny days between the showers (of which we have had more than our fair shareContinue reading “Gardening Excuses Nos 3 and 4 – Chuckling Lavender and Pea therapy.”

It’s always a Monday isn’t it?

Monday started well. I had the day booked out more or less to myself, it was warm and bright when I stepped out – so warm in fact that after walking the distance from the back door round the front of the house I took the radical step of abandoning my jumper. Passing through theContinue reading “It’s always a Monday isn’t it?”

Drookit

Our last but one walk with Ishbel, a couple of days ago, was glorious. The sun was shining, the bluebells were out, much small calf cuteness was on display and this, I fear, lulled us into a false sense of security. Yesterday was Ishbel’s designated official birthday, the real one having been cruelly overset byContinue reading “Drookit”