Sunday, 31 July 2022

Sunday 31.07.2022

 Last day of July and we`ve had three or four days of  perfect weather. A couple of days ago it seemed to be all about the greens and the trees.......

 the large skies, blues and whites, and a fresh breeze deterring the flies. Scottish summer at its best. 

Wednesday, 20 July 2022

Wednesday 20.07.2022

 Back in northern climes last week, ahead of the heatwave down south. Quite warm enough up here in the last couple of days but cooler today. Walking in the woods once more a pleasure for me and especially the dogs who weren`t at all fond of it getting too warm. 

The countryside seemed to be taking a deep, refreshing breath - we even had a drop of rain last night, dampening down the dust. Yup, won`t be moving any further south anytime soon. 

Sunday, 10 July 2022

Sunday 10.7.2022

Sitting in a beautiful garden on a quintessential summer`s day in the south of England. The Wimbledon men`s final is on this afternoon, the political class is up to high doh and Glastonbury is over. Still to write about it and that walk the detailed memories of which are slowly receding, leaving only sudden flashbacks of particular moments....and lots of photographs.

Been housesitting, which is why I`m in this beautiful garden in the first place. It is very seductive, especially in this weather, watching the local honeybees make full use of the lavender, but it is also the result of a lot of time and hard work to keep it so lovely. 

For some reason, feels like a bit of a moment. Have been busy here and over the last few weeks but am simply sitting still today, reading, staring at the lavender, contemplating a busy week ahead as I head back north on Tuesday where the cooler air will re-energise. This southern heatwave is all well and good but somewhat debilitating. That`s my excuse for a day of complete self-indulgence and I`m sticking to it.

Thursday, 5 May 2022

Thursday 5.5.2022

Spring has more than sprung - yesterday was positively summer sultry. Dark grey clouds stalked the horizon, showering us every now and again but then moving on and letting the sun dry everything up in an instant.

Spring flowers and young green leaves 

butterflies and bees and the coos are oot, gambolling about like lambs in their excitement and as curious as ever
The martins arrived back a few days ago but last night, sitting out on the driveway, the first two swallows turned up. Not often seen on the ground, perhaps they were just catching their breath from a long journey.

In other news, it`s six weeks today we arrived home from The Big Walk, completely broken and absolutely spaced out and euphoric from having done it. But it requires a separate account. Working on it. 😉

Tuesday, 15 March 2022

Tuesday 15.03.2022

 Almost as if to make the point from yesterday this morning was a special one. To the east a pale pink sky turned quickly to gold as the sun rose, casting long shadows across the frosted grass. To the west, the sky was a deep indigo, the perfect backdrop for the four white gulls which were gliding high up in the crystal sharp air, obviously enjoying the early morning as much as we were. 

Monday, 14 March 2022

Monday 14.3.2022

 For the first time this year no need for the big thick jacket as dogs and I went round the top field. It was cold, a very slight frost coated the grass, but there was not a breath of wind. There`s been so many windy days in the last few weeks, really windy, rattling gates and shaking trees that a still morning like this feels almost miraculous.

The birds were a-birding, the sun was a-sunning and Spring was definitely having a quick look round.

Just looking through the window first thing, it`s difficult to assess for sure how the air is going to feel until we actually step outside and there`s often a big difference between the bottom and the top of the hill which is quite exposed. Sometimes it`s simply the early morning light which delights, the sparkle of frost, the crunch of snow; sometimes the landscape is shrouded in cloud or there`s a spectacular sunrise; other times the drama of stormy winds and rain: whatever, getting out there before we do anything else feels like the best way to start the day.  And the coffee is even better once we`re back. 

And plenty of early mornings ahead, no doubt, as preparations are made for a long trek westward starting on Friday.  An account and pics to follow, hopefully. 😉

Sunday, 20 February 2022

Sunday 20.02.2022

 Back to a mixed picture today: milder though with a cold wind, slowly melting snow, grey & cloudy skies with swatches of blue and a watery sun....changing and changeable even as you stare out of the window at it.

 In any event slightly less enticing than it was yesterday which was the perfect "winter wonderland" - icy air without a breath of wind and bright sunshine, a pristine white blanket over the hills and far away.

The trees were decorated with blossom, the grasses and hedgerows with diamonds and all in all we walked a lot further than we had anticipated because it was too nice to go home!