When Lachlan was a small boy, much addicted to natural history programmes he declared that when he growed up he was doing to be a nature dude on the telly. With a late change of heart toward caring for the human species, a family vacancy for nature dudes has emerged. Over the last few weeksContinue reading “Nature dudettes at large”
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Harvest Season
The harvesters are out at last. I can hear the faint thrum of the combines from two fields away and had to pull smartly onto the verge to let a huge beast of a machine get past a couple of days ago. In the way of farmers, I can get no consensus on whether itContinue reading “Harvest Season”
Cthulu emerges from the deep
A few hours ago found me trailing up the back stairs, naked , wet and festooned with pond slime (having deposited my Lara Croft pond clearing outfit straight in the washing machine). Needless to say Anne next door called to discuss tomorrow’s dining options. I did alert her to the parlous state of affairs, whatContinue reading “Cthulu emerges from the deep”
The Hipster Diaries #4 – Smartie free and smelling of roses
My mobility is coming on a treat. I’m down to one stick now and can generally manage without any sticks just pootling round the bedroom/bathroom. After days of the leg lifting exercise barely garnering a millimetre, I actually managed lift off today (twice so it was not a fluke). Having got myself rationed down toContinue reading “The Hipster Diaries #4 – Smartie free and smelling of roses”
Lights, camera, action…
Well we’ve been beavering away like nobody’s business the last week or so because Keith somehow managed to agree that the garden should feature on a Border TV slot. This seemed to me to fly somewhat in the face of my plans to eschew the efforts of an open day this year, but as heContinue reading “Lights, camera, action…”
May’s definitely out
It has been blisteringly hot over the last few weeks. For a very hairy dog, Lyra doesn’t actually seem to mind the sun, and will contentedly fry herself on the patio. However mum and I are both developing gardeners sunburn. Our weeding techniques must differ substantially as she is sporting a red nose and ruddyContinue reading “May’s definitely out”
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”