Tuesday 25 July 2023

Tuesday 25.07.2023

 Weather nothing if not confusing. Bit of everything: sun, rain, thunder, hail, low grey cloud, bitterly cold wind and in between snatches of Absolutely Perfect.

It was one of those moments late yesterday afternoon.  Clouds had cleared, wind had dropped to a gentle cool breeze, keeping the warm July sun from ever getting too hot for a cobweb-banishing stride around the woods. Plenty of ripe wild raspberries, the rowan berries with just the suggestion of the glorious colour they will be in a few weeks, the beech trees at their most startling green, the fields full of gently swaying barley, cows and sheep grazing quietly having settled down from their Springtime high-jinks and frolicking. 

These are the images to remember when the snow is six foot deep and the wind blowing an easterly hooley. We earn our summers!






Monday 3 July 2023

3.07.2023

 So June seems to have vanished into a whirl of working and gallivanting up and down, what with house/dog sitting, gigantic cat puppetry (watching not doing), an idyllic evening spent on a Scottish beach not to mention the first festival of the year, 

Well, Glastonbury to be precise.

It was hot, it is massive, walked miles, worked three long dusty shifts on the gates (https://festivals.oxfam.org.uk/volunteering/stewarding) and would recommend the experience to everyone. Sore feet and potential dehydration notwithstanding it is truly a unique experience with a chance to jump into a mad melee (Elton John), enjoy a mellow Sunday teatime nostalgia trip (Cat/Yusuf Stevens), find an unexpected musical treat (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZzrAzMXBmt4), to name just one, go and listen to talks and discussions. or just find a quiet corner (there are a lot) and watch the world go by.

And in attempt to lay the still oft-repeated complaint to rest, the litter that is left (and every year it is less and less) is cleared up by volunteers. Just saying. 🙄

Before all that there was a pleasant sojourn in Lennoxtown, chicken-wrangling and dog-walking in the woods at the foot of the Campsies, where the May blossom looked like snow, the wild flowers flourished and Glasgow seemed further away than it actually is.





One day took a walk along the old railway track to Kirkintilloch which kept us out of the heat and enjoying the shade,

more flora,


the always slightly sinister, shade-loving organisms that are neither plant nor animal but nevertheless very beautiful

and ....of course.... the bridges. 




Do like a bridge.


After that the Cat, 

 (a very hot and sweaty cat it must be said), then some respite on a 
beach as the sun went down........with good company and some very good whisky as it happens (long story).
June was alright all things considered.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, breezy summer weather, sun showers, good walking before, in a couple of days, back to Lennoxtown to make myself useful again.
 Reward in heaven and all that. 🤣🤣