Bewitching ‘Twixting

The last two days have been all go. After breakfast and stockings on Christmas morning we had a slightly hair-raising drive to Gala to see Dad and deliver his presents (Lachlan drove, taking all the bends with a racing line, because I was deemed too slow. Ishbel admirably kept her breakfast down, but only just).Continue reading “Bewitching ‘Twixting”

One two three hop,

Back two three hop… goes the progressive barn dance. And so it is with all Ruthven home improvements. The lovely Barry painted and papered the big spare room in double quick time, the carpet fitters were secured for a few days hence. The carpet does indeed look lovely and tones nicely with the wallpaper. PityContinue reading “One two three hop,”

Whirling Dervish Redux

No sooner had I declared that all is sloth, relaxation and a very laid back contemplation of my navel (see previous post) than mum came down with pleurisy (or some such) which triggered a massive asthma attack. She was duly ferried to hospital (protesting all the way) and firmly left there plugged in to theContinue reading “Whirling Dervish Redux”

The productivity illusion

It has been niggling at me recently that somehow this year I have “got less done” than last year. The Ruthven output index seems hovering well below its peak. This thought particularly tugs at me when my inclination mid afternoon is to hit the sofa with a book and my knitting – “tch, tch” theContinue reading “The productivity illusion”

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”

From your roving correspondents

We are dashing out for walks between downpours at the moment. It is Crowded House weather (Four Seasons in One Day) so whatever I wear is wrong. I’m either soaked or steaming or both. The coo weather report (one sitting, two standing and one round the corner undecided) advises sun and showers for the restContinue reading “From your roving correspondents”

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”

Days of wine and roses

The clouds and mist are back, which is nice for the new plants but a bit dreary for everyone else. I feel distinctly short changed given the Met Office 10% chance of rain prediction. I suppose someone locally has to be in the 10%, but I tend to the view that it should most certainlyContinue reading “Days of wine and roses”

Hippety Hop

I am still stuck in the leg brace. One might have thought that forced inactivity would have driven me to the keyboard, blogs to write, emails waiting attention and so on but no, somehow the one thing I could easily do has offered the least attraction. Over the last couple of weeks I have: finallyContinue reading “Hippety Hop”

From our hedgerow correspondent..

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..”