..is being resumed as soon as possible, if you do not know then let me advise that this site was hacked, massive thanks to Alison for alerting us.  Paul has been very busy working on it since then and the message as always people is back up, back up, back up.

In other news, we’ve been scampering between theatre and cinema when not at work,  and it occurs to me that it’s at least three weeks since I walked in the countryside properly.  It is also nearly the vernal equinox,  March 20th if you must know.  I think I feel a scone coming on…

…well, no scones* but beautiful cuddles with Audrey and Steve’s new grand daughter, while Paul attended to the new dad’s telescope,  and then a wee trot along Burleigh Sands on the north shore of Loch Leven.  This was around half past four so we could see huge skeins of geese coming in to land, plus Whooper swans, lesser black backed gulls, tufted ducks, mallards and something which could have been a shelduck or a shoveller but was too far away to see clearly, even with optics.   I love Loch Leven.  There is a page on the BBC Scotland website encouraging people to write about their favourite place.  It’s headed up by a lovely piece written by Sally Magnusson, which, BBC,  is frankly a little counter productive; Ms Magnusson is a journo and words are her stock in trade, and anyone who read it may, as I did, think, “Blimey, that’s a very high standard to which I may readily aspire but not so readily attain.”   That aside, I love Loch Leven.

* I believe a chocolate biscuit was proffered and accepted.