Harvest music

Lachlan and Keith volunteered to reassemble the Plough marquee yesterday in anticipation of reopening (hopefully before too long as we have missed it sorely). I was deemed surplus to requirements and had settled down to a snack with a view to some weeding after when the call came through to “take Lyra for a walkContinue reading “Harvest music”

Wandering in mind and body

Lyra and I had a lovely walk this morning. Just a tot of rain (for that’s all we’ve had) seems enough to make things shimmer. We found the first red campion of the year and a likely looking stand of brambles, which augurs well for crumble season. There was also some hawthorn blossom just out.Continue reading “Wandering in mind and body”

What’s in a name?

Over last night’s curry (and shout out here to Abdul and the team at the Coldstream Radjhani Spice – another corker!) we descended to the time tested family game of combining place names into characters for the novel/play none of us is ever going to write. Thus far we have: Guay Tullimache of Ruthven –Continue reading “What’s in a name?”

Tempus Fugit

Yesterday saw the first barbecue of the season. To escape the smoke we repaired to the gin terrace for pre barbecue drinks and nibbles. (Lachlan had made vol-au-vents – lockdown is pushing his culinary efforts ever onwards). It was crystal clear (above the smoke level) and the Cheviot stood out sharply. Even Lyra admired theContinue reading “Tempus Fugit”