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..”
Category Archives: walking
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”
Rainy Day Madness
Proper rain came at last yesterday, just after mum and I returned from walking the pooch. Since then we’ve had gallons of the chilly wet stuff, much needed by the garden, but a little dreary for the humans. Alas, it put an end to my excuses for not getting on with indoor jobs. Yesterday thereforeContinue reading “Rainy Day Madness”
Like summers of yore
The knees say early spring, the nose says summer! The blistering heat and endless blue skies of a week or so ago are gone. The sky shades unnervingly from brilliant blue to steely grey with mounds of clouds, heaped up like tumbled bedclothes. The sun is still very much there, its rays focussed by theContinue reading “Like summers of yore”
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 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”
A Lidl Therapy
As some of you may know, my driving history is chequered. I never quite got to learning to drive when I was 17. A couple of lessons with Dad tattered my nerves and his and once I was living away from home in Edinburgh and then London somehow it never seemed essential. Indeed, there wasContinue reading “A Lidl Therapy”