The midsummer narrows

We hurtled to midsummer this year and nature has been running ahead of us all the way, reclaiming its territory. In the Hirsel woods the paths between the ferns have dwindled to the narrowest strip, brambles swarming across, ready to tug at unwary ankles. In places, the nettles have reached shoulder height. Mum and IContinue reading “The midsummer narrows”

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”

Along the riverbank

Having endured trench foot all day yesterday after a walk through the long grass around the fields (yes I could have changed my shoes, but somehow it was a chore too far..) today we took the riverside walk, where the kind folks who look after the fishing have mowed many paths meandering through the longContinue reading “Along the riverbank”

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”

Before and After

My morning musings were interrupted today by an enthusiastic kiss from the dog, whom Keith had let out on his way to the gym, immediately followed by the rumblings of doom and, as inexorably follows, a large deposit of dog sick on the duvet. A long lie on Monday clearly is too much to ask…Continue reading “Before and After”

Doomscrolling

It’s hard not to at the moment. Obsessively monitoring news from Ukraine isn’t going to help anyone, but nonetheless I find myself scanning the updates morning and evening and at odd times in between. I sat half undressed on the edge of the bath yesterday evening for a full ten minutes watching an interview withContinue reading “Doomscrolling”

Leaning in for take off

The wild west wind is now our regular companion. In the garden, every day brings a new lawnful of detritus. The poor shredder has had an attack of the vapours and gone to convalesce at the repair shop. Hopefully it will recover as I still have a lot of mulching to do. In the meantimeContinue reading “Leaning in for take off”

Well Sprung

I came in from the garden in the boogly dark today – so I am clearly down with an acute case of spring fever. I popped over to Mum’s on Monday and Selkirk was distinctly wintery. We walked around the Haining Loch in the afternoon looking for snowdrops but there was no sign as yet.Continue reading “Well Sprung”

Dry in parts

We are now about half way through “Dry January” (having started a bit late we really should run into February) and things are going swimmingly. We have had but two lapses (though in both cases I decided I’d rather be hung for a sheep as a lamb). A third is scheduled for tomorrow and IContinue reading “Dry in parts”