This is a public safety update. The first opening hawthorn blossom was spotted a couple of days ago. Cloots may therefore be cast in safety. I look forward to increased knobbly kneeage as Lyra and I make our rounds. We are now close to peak oilseed rape. The sweet, musky smell is al pervasive (snoringContinue reading “Cloots Away!”
Category Archives: Highland cows
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”
Van Gogh Days
Well, mea culpa etc, it has been quite a while since my last post. Things have been a trifle hectic, of which more in another post. For now, I shall start catching up in the manner of a modern whydunit – i.e. at the end. I strode forth with Lyra yesterday morning, after a fewContinue reading “Van Gogh Days”
Spring Fever
It’s been a funny old week. One moment the sun was splitting the trees, the next we had gale force winds, frosts or hailstorms. Never let it be said that we are short of weather. None of this seems to bother the bulbs a jot. The frailest looking things, like the anemone and snakes headContinue reading “Spring Fever”
The Coo Circular
Whilst the hedgerows are all still a little bare we have taken to walking Lyra in the Hirsel. There is a magnificent display of daffodils and the added attraction of new calves. We have been there so often recently, to catch up with “the boys” and spy out the new babies, the regular quick walkContinue reading “The Coo Circular”
The rule of three
Catastrophes, as the saying goes, come in threes This morning, in the course of mucking out Ishbel’s room in anticipation of a visitor, I discovered that, in Ishbel’s prolonged lockdown absence, the cats (probably in a protest over the introduction of a dog to the family) had taken over and set up a nest inContinue reading “The rule of three”
The Advent of Auntie Granny
Lyra and I came back from a sunny walk to visit the Alpacas a few days ago to a message from my mum to say dad had been taken onto hospital after a mini stroke. I scooted over to take mum in to the hospital to see dad, who was getting very confused and distressed.Continue reading “The Advent of Auntie Granny”
Magua redux
There was a fresh snowfall overnight so when Lyra and I headed this morning out all of yesterday’s foot and paw prints on the lawn had been gently softened out. We yomped enthusiastically up and over the hill and down to the road expecting to find a blank slate on which to write our wanderings.Continue reading “Magua redux”
And all at once, there was nothing
It began gently, with a slight overnight dusting a few days ago. Picturesque, but lacking substance. The next day it had grown to a pleasing inch atop the hedges, but still, when you chomped on it in wellies, the grass and soil came through. Since then it has snowed steadily in the afternoons and eveningsContinue reading “And all at once, there was nothing”
Persistence rewarded
Another day of frost and sunshine so Lyra and I were off and out early to make the most of it. In the shade of the trees the grass is wearing frost prickles and I stumbled over one frozen clump of leaves and mud that looked for all the world like an albino hedgehog. MuchContinue reading “Persistence rewarded”