The mystery warning light in the car has reappeared. All previous attempts to fix it, and there have been many, have failed. After a testy call to the garage yesterday it transpires that lockdown prevents the sending up of a replacement courtesy car and Keith must take the defective one down and pick up aContinue reading “At Grass”
Tag Archives: walking the dog
In Clover
Since Lachlan came home, and I am no longer on duty for the morning and evening dog walk, I have thrown myself into a welter of other activities. The ironing pile is much reduced, the chillis and sweet peppers are all repotted and *drumroll* I have even finished the dog walking waistcoat with useful pockets.Continue reading “In Clover”
Quiet Idylls
Yesterday Lyra and I visit old haunts as it will likely be our last quiet morning walk together, just us two. We are so used to our companionable solitude that the flash of pink signalling another walker in the distance, as we turn off the road, startles Lyra and leaves me quite aggrieved. We dawdleContinue reading “Quiet Idylls”
Cowboys and Indians
The timber harvester has been thinning in the little woods around us – a veritable Judge Dredd of a machine. It has caterpillar tracks and a long arm which can grab a tree and hold it whilst cutting through the base, then shear off the branches to clean the harvested trunk. The machine has beenContinue reading “Cowboys and Indians”
The less travelled path
Our walk today began and ended with a further wee dug/coo charm offensive. There was much mutual nose licking and communal snuffling for the pellets of sugar beet (surely the crack cocaine of the animal world). Shuna Spurtle edges closer, but is not quite there yet…I am playing a long game. Round by Kersfield toContinue reading “The less travelled path”
Come rain, come wind, come sunshine
The dog walk must get through…. Yesterday started rainy, so I donned the wellies and we marched forth. As I was mulling over various plots and plans for indoor things I would be getting on with when I got back, the sun sneaked out. By the time we got to Butterlaw corner it was steamyContinue reading “Come rain, come wind, come sunshine”
Pyramus and Thisbe
This morning we received a very special gift from the cats at the end of the bed – a full sized rat they had thoughtfully killed, dragged through the cat flap and wrestled upstairs for us. Mmmm nice. Pingu and Dobby clearly feel that, with Lyra and the Cows as competition, they need to upContinue reading “Pyramus and Thisbe”
The thrill of the chase
We had light but steady rain almost all day today. I felt positively bobbish when I went out into the drizzle first thing – I could have a lazy hour or two with a podcast and my knitting with a clear conscience and, even better, the rain would soften up the soil for resumed weedingContinue reading “The thrill of the chase”
Along the way
Lyra is super excited about the cows. Yesterday Catriona the 24th of that Ilk let me feed her with Lyra next to me. It was both terrifying and thrilling for Lyra. She cannot get enough. Not an hour passes without her sitting by the field gate checking they are still there. (She is not entirelyContinue reading “Along the way”
Peak Yellow
We have hit “peak yellow”. The oilseed rape has reached its apogee and is now a good 3 foot high. We can no longer see the little fluffy flag of Lyra’s tail if she ventures into the field and the smell, which has just a tang of honey, is overwhelming after a light rain. YesterdayContinue reading “Peak Yellow”