Sunday, 30 May 2021

Sunday 30.05.2021


These are the mornings that Shakespeare must have been referring to when he coined the phrase "darling buds of May". Up early for no particular reason and on the road by five to six. 

More of that ethereal shape-shifting mist which promises a warm day in prospect, the sun already well up, shining on the waning moon as they swapped places in the sky.

A noisy flock of crows swirling across the tree tops and hares scampering away from us set an energetic tone as did the cacophony of bird song in the woods which were looking particularly splendid, as if they finally dare believe that the Bard`s "rough winds" have passed for long enough to make it worthwhile unfurling.

The mist eddied round us, disappearing and reappearing but all the while thinning and dissipating as the sun shooed it away.

We took the extra mile round the other woods, known to us as Tim`s woods after the gentleman who used to look after them even though he left a while ago. Have to go round because whenever we go into them we get completely lost - which doesn`t necessarily matter but we`d been out long enough by now and coffee called.

Back by half seven, the last of the mist temporarily enveloping the house but it had been a morning walk to relish. Thing is - what to do with the rest of the day?!


Saturday, 29 May 2021

Saturday 29.05.2021

 After seemingly endless days of grey and tumultuous rain woke up to a perfect May morning, blue sky with the last of the mists quietly dissipating as the sun burnt through. On the top field we were above what cloud there was, one wind turbine apparently floating free in the distance. An errant lamb tried and failed to get out of our field and back into its own, scurrying up and down the fence. No doubt as soon as we moved on it was back munching the "grass on the other side" - always lusher and greener of course.

Yesterday morning we set off early, also in the mist, the cows at the top of the road smudged silhouettes 

and a bold yellowhammer greeting us noisily at the entrance to the woods.

You could have been forgiven for thinking that we`d slipped directly from spring to autumn with the sparkly spider`s webs that adorned everything

but the trees have at last started telling the actual story.

Sunday, 16 May 2021

Sunday 16.5.2021

 For once more blue sky than grey early on, beautiful morning light as we set off just on six.

Cool but no wind, the woods full of happy birds belting out the latest hits, hares scampering about and a couple of deer sitting quietly ruminating (literally and perhaps figuratively) in the sunshine until we disturbed them.
Looking out of the window as I write, the clouds have moved in but they may be only temporary: the weather has been and is forecast to go on being, very changeable but at least this morning it felt like a pitch perfect Spring morning.

Monday, 3 May 2021

Monday 3.5.2021

 On the back field at twenty past five in the morning on a cloudy Mayday on Saturday: the sun may have been already up but it was lurking behind the cloud and the air was absolutely freezing.  A far cry from two years ago:

However, through the wonders of technology, was able to connect with folk luminaries Martin Green, Eliza Carthy and Maddy Prior with dancing courtesy of  Adie Baako and the wonderful Boss Morris:[%7B%5C%22surface%5C%22%3A%5C%22permalink%5C%22%2C%5C%22mechanism%5C%22%3A%5C%22RHC%5C%22%2C%5C%22extra_data%5C%22%3A[]%7D]%22%7D&privacy_mutation_token=eyJ0eXBlIjowLCJjcmVhdGlvbl90aW1lIjoxNjE5NTQ5ODUxLCJjYWxsc2l0ZV9pZCI6MzU5MDM2MDAxOTY4NDMyfQ%3D%3D

   "Twas a lovely if slightly strange coming together but my dancing obviously wasn`t vigorous enough as halfway through I had to get walking to warm up so we set off up the road at a smart pace, listening and watching the rest of the event as we went.

By the time we were in the woods the last Spring Carol was ringing out and we then continued this very early walk to the accompaniment of birdsong, the sun now well up 

though there were patches of frost where it hadn`t reached.

By the time we were round, the day had become a beautifully clear spring morning, the clouds mostly dispersed, so we took an extra mile round on paths less travelled,

which is always a good thing for a slightly different perspective on the landscape.

Talking of which, two days away down at Lochwinnoch last week provided different perspectives on everything - just a delight to be `on the road`, mixing with folk and taking walks through woods and by the side of lochs.  Simple activities really, never to be taken for granted again. Not to forget the family breakfast BBQ on the way down more or less at the foot of the Campsie Fells. Simple pleasures indeed.

Thursday, 22 April 2021

Thursdat 22.04.2021

 A perfect blue-sky-frosty-morning with promise of sun for most of the day...... on the back field early on the birds were in full throat and flitting about looking very busy. 

Similarly yesterday, as we took an early walk round the woods, it sounded like there were birds on the tops of every other tree proclaiming that we were in for another beautiful Spring morning. There is something very special about the early walks - the light 

not to mention the (erroneous) feeling that you`re the only ones up and about.  

Thursday, 15 April 2021

Thursday 15.04.2021

 At last, days in a row with actual warm sun and no wind - well, not what is called actual wind around here - just a light chippy little breeze to stop complacency. And of course there are still plenty of frosty mornings and nights.

All of which helped with the air of celebration on Tuesday, the day of the Second Jab.  Aware it doesn`t confer invincibility but it felt a bit like it and obviously called for a quick canter up Mither Tap in the glorious afternoon sunshine (after the obligatory ice cream which is always awarded after vaccinations, for the very brave.)

Started out from the Rowantree car park which affords a slightly gentler slope towards the tops (no good pushing it on this first foray this year) but affords good views of the goal almost as soon as you get above the tree line.

Reassuringly, and not really surprising, the views are still there and especially splendid on such a beautiful day, adding to that feeling of  being, at least, temporarily, bulletproof. Inhaled deeply and counted blessings.

The general euphoria - and continuing sunshine - prompted us to take a different route back  - straight off the tops towards the Bennachie Centre but then taking a longer path back through the wood, 
as always getting that particular pleasure of looking back at a hill climbed.

We are, and so far have been, very lucky to live where we do.

Monday, 12 April 2021

Monday 12.4.2021

 On the back field early this morning: larks a-larking, the bleating of new born lambs, golden gorse.... and absolutely baltic temperatures..........mid-April in northern climes. 😊