What remains

Today Lachlan took Lyra and me to the Ford Moss nature reserve, just over the border in Northumberland. We saw an old friend on the approach. The Cheviot sits smack bang in the middle of the view from the front of our house and it was slightly strange seeing him from a different angle asContinue reading “What remains”

New month, new routine

Well perhaps…As the days lengthen to the craziness of midsummer I am waking earlier and earlier (our bedroom faces south and west and fills with light at about 4 am). Usually I lie and find something to fret about for an hour or so then drift back into a weird dream filled sleep, which leavesContinue reading “New month, new routine”

A walk on the wild side

The doughty agents of Wildflower Patrol ambled along the river yesterday, checking on developments. The sun was shining and there was hardly a breath of air as we left the house so, after much discussion and humming and hawing, intrepid Agent Aunty Granny took the bold step of leaving her polar fleece behind. It seemsContinue reading “A walk on the wild side”

Mens sana in corpore sano

The new clean living programme got off to a slow start today. I had one of those nights when you just don’t sleep but instead of getting up just keep rolling over to negligible effect. The net result was that we had a frosty walk round the garden whilst Keith was in the gym, aContinue reading “Mens sana in corpore sano”

Zig but no Zag

Harvest time usually means a period of wild freedom for Lyra. Once the grain is in and the straw baled there are vast stubble fields to play in. No longer constrained to walk round the edge, diagonals, zigzags, wild loops and even fractals are the order of the day. This year began gloriously, with someContinue reading “Zig but no Zag”

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”

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”

Dame Edna and the frogs

We have had two glorious days. Moral fibre has frayed. Household chores have been abandoned for the wheelbarrow and kneeling mat. The ironing pile, once reduced to a mere foothill, is now a vertiginous ridge walk of Munros. Tomorrow’s forecast is for largely fine but thereafter gloomy. Normal laundry service will resume with the gloom.Continue reading “Dame Edna and the frogs”