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”

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”

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..”

Cloots Away!

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!”

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”

Take three days

We’ve had three glorious days and I am on the verge of contemplating shorts. Somehow this thought must have telegraphed through the aether to the Bamboo clothing company who sent me a free pair of socks and their new catalogue. The shorts do look awfully comfy and would definitely add an air of “likely toContinue reading “Take three days”

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”

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”