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in the bowl of night
I do not know what is going on just now, but I have been waking up at stupid o’clock; this morning it was 03:38 and do you think I can go back to sleep? Can I buffalo. So, I have now worked out how to upload pictures from my phone (use the cable for Paul’s…
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Awareness
I have only JUST realised that while I deftly craft this on-line paean to things BTW, all the while soothed by the gentle curls, swoops and falls of Garamond font, it’s published in some nameless sans serif job. Pshaw.
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Dereliction of duty
Poor old BTW always seems to suffer in the summer, seems we must be making good use of that extra day light after all. The birds all seem to disappear for several weeks round about now, but they’re back with a vengeance; from the upstairs office window I have just watched a flock of blue…
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Charmed
Just wanted to document my previous claim regarding a charm of goldfinches – one of the many, many, glorious and wonderful things about the world of birds is the impressive list of collective nouns it has garnered. I have noticed that many birds, face on, look rather aggressive, and the wee chap here is no…
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Banking on it
Nothing new has happened. This is a Good Thing, there was far too much new stuff earlier on this year. Although we have been away, to glorious Perthshire (Blair Atholl with the Mincers and Dunkeld by ourselves) and to London. I think we maybe pushed the envelope until it burst when we went to the…
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Stuff
So much happening globally; whilst we have just returned from the capital, it was a hugely enjoyable visit, but with the funeral preparations for the Magon ever present. Back home to terrorism, global catastrophe, local discombobulation and ever present paranoia. What a relief to have Sarah, Michaela and Daniel here on Sunday.
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Difficult
I will mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy Martin Luther King But I did say that I would mark this day. Here is a picture which sums up our weekend at Blair Atholl, with Dalgety Bay Folk Club and…
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Rabbitrabbitrabbit….
Jings. For someone who finds it difficult to shut up, on a record number of occasions this year so far I have been lost for words, bereft of speech, stunned into silence, gobsmacked, and summarily disenfranchised vocally. This and the manic vortex that has passed for a life recently has resulted in fewer than usual…
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January
So. Yes. Anyone who knows me and my family will know what’s going on just now. But, onto other news. Mincers are in the production room, finalising the tracks and just amazed at the capabilities of the producer, Michael. Thanks are also due to Steve and Audrey, with everything happening in their world they…
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Slip slidin’ away
Here we are on 23rd December and I suspect quite a few people will be feeling as I do, quietly tired. I have far less reason than most to be like this but since facts are chiels that winna ding, I am feeling older, not in a bad, sad way but in the manner which…