It’s a strange thing, but since being shown my hip x-ray, demonstrating its lamentable state, I’ve been much more confident on longer walks so we’ve been exploring some of the longer tracks through the woods and the riverside circuit has been added back into the repertoire. Now I know it’s just a case of unavoidableContinue reading “Light and frothy”
Category Archives: walking
Pins and needles
In a foolhardy moment some weeks ago I confidently declared to Lachlan that it would be no problem to recover the free sofa a friend of a friend (and as it turns out a cousin of another friend) had kindly donated – white being considered overly high risk for a young man with a dog.Continue reading “Pins and needles”
Not all doom and gloom
The news has gone, it seems, from pretty dispiriting to downright bizarre. I have taken to doom scrolling in bed before breakfast to see what fresh insanity has been unleashed. Lachlan, ever sanguine, is of the view that periodic bursts of bonkers are simply part of the human condition and, like goldfish, we have foundContinue reading “Not all doom and gloom”
Taking the hint
The Gods, it seems, do not want me weeding the garden. Every time I am on the verge of donning Uncle Tommy’s excellent gardening strides the wind whips up to a howling hoolie and it starts to rain. I have mustered three, maybe four, decent days out with my tools since my last confession. (AndContinue reading “Taking the hint”
The Longest Month
After the blog odyssey that was the run up to Christmas, I decided to give myself (and all the dear readers out there) a few weeks off from my wittering. However, with January (which always seems to last forever…) finally put to bed, I thought I might post a quick catch up (if only toContinue reading “The Longest Month”
15 is a bloody annoying number
Today has been filled with thwarting annoyances interspersed with minor successes, so pretty much a mortadella of a day. It started badly when, having resolved to do my physio exercises, the equipment had gone a-missing. Cue an hour of cursing, door slamming and generally prowling around like an avenging angel. Thankfully, the aforesaid items turnedContinue reading “15 is a bloody annoying number”
No pipers piping – the icing was all done yesterday!
Day 11 and I am somewhat pooped. Last night was the second of a typical three day insomnia fest. Nights aren’t half long when you remain conscious and rumbling about with what can only be described as random spam running through your brain. Thankfully, a spin around the coo circular in close to freezing temperaturesContinue reading “No pipers piping – the icing was all done yesterday!”
six moos a haying*
With the geese departed to their winter homes, a substitution was required for day six and the Hirsel coos were willing to form a sextet…. Keith was off to Nottingham today for a football match. I had great plans for progress whilst he was away but I fear they mostly did not materialise. My onlyContinue reading “six moos a haying*”
Four golden rings, one tree and a small rectangle
Today rose bright and sunny. What the blazes is going on? It is December, I repeat, December. Leaving the quartermaster in charge of securing more eggs and evaporated milk, Mum and I took Lyra for a walk round the back of the loch. Half way round we hit the olfactory heights of fox. We triedContinue reading “Four golden rings, one tree and a small rectangle”
On the first day of Christmas……
The festive season approaches and it is time for the traditional T-25 Sit Rep by Santa’s increasingly creaky elf. So that’s all excellent. What could possibly go wrong? I have resolved (in my own mind) to keep a running update to generate solidarity and fellow feeling amongst all those adopting the same modern and efficientContinue reading “On the first day of Christmas……”