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”

The Aftersloth

Another huge gap with no post! The late August wave of visitors had barely broken on the shore when the September tsunami rose. The Highland branch of the Bee clan finally made it down and, in nothing short of a miracle, both of the esteemed offspring came (down from Edinburgh and up from Surrey respectively)Continue reading “The Aftersloth”

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”

The Advent of Auntie Granny

Lyra and I came back from a sunny walk to visit the Alpacas a few days ago to a message from my mum to say dad had been taken onto hospital after a mini stroke. I scooted over to take mum in to the hospital to see dad, who was getting very confused and distressed.Continue reading “The Advent of Auntie Granny”

Underground overground

The frost has melted these last three days and the tracks have softened to a thick, clinging mud. Lyra returns from every walk utterly filthy. We gave her a shower and blow dry a couple of days ago (not enthusiastically received) but by lunchtime the next day she was again sporting a fine mud pack.Continue reading “Underground overground”

Gourmet Sunday #2

Yesterday was my second turn in the “Gourmet Sunday” slot. The boys were heading off to do a friend’s garden so Lyra and I would be left to let the day develop. I was up with the lark (or by 10 past 8 at any rate) and had two loads of washing on, Saturday night’sContinue reading “Gourmet Sunday #2”

Self Preservation

The skies are intense at the moment. This morning there was a darkly luminous grey. A few days ago there was a dawn of the most startling fuchsia which had me prancing around the garden in my dressing gown. When I wake in the wee small hours I find stars so startlingly bright that IContinue reading “Self Preservation”

Stepping out

When Ishbel comes to visit I can be sure to be kept updated on my step count. As a result of todays endeavours I have scored 17000+. I have been striding out rather vigorously of late, so I imagine the cumulative count over the last few days must have been some thirteenty gazillion (in PritiContinue reading “Stepping out”