Poor old BTW suffers hugely from neglect some times, but like a small puppy is always stupidly glad to see me. So, there are issues requiring attention everywhere we look just now, and I got up at 05:45 today so that I could weed the back garden. Needless to say it is now 06:53 and I am still in my dressing gown. (Does anyone have serious objections to dressing gowns? I met with an interesting attitude to same recently and I should like to know).
We were delighted therefore to be able to meet up with Team Discovery at Gilsland Spa, for the AGM and quiz. I hope to add some pictures below, I have encountered the most tiresome of times* since the pictures uploaded to my iPad but after that would not upload to the PC, which is my preferred computer for this. On the Saturday Paul, Rosemary and I went into nearby Brampton, which is where Paul’s father was born and lived during his childhood and teenage years.
In other news, Mincers played Dunfermline Folk Club where the audience was kind enough to have a whip round, that will be going to a local charity real soon now.
I have seen one film in the past three months at the pictures. I’d love to report that it was something worthy, politically astute, brooding and foreign, but in actual fact it was childish and yellow.
On one of my many journeys to Dad’s I walked past the site of the old council offices at Viewforth, now demolished. I was delighted to see that the current vogue for planting random wild flower seeds had taken root here (ha!) and I am even more pleased to tell you that one of my pictures of that meadow has made it onto the BBC Scotland weekly pictures slot.
Last night en route from Berwick to Dalgety Bay we caught twenty minutes at the new David Bailey exhibition of photographs in Edinburgh. Most interesting and a reflection on what celebrity really means, plus some good social documentary and some harrowing shots. Loads of names from the Swinging 60s London era, all very far away from wee Scottish mining villages. Will go back for a longer look but it’s a large exhibition and it’s going to be busy. See me if you are thinking of going….
I’m giving up with photos, they have uploaded to Dropbox but won’t transfer from that to the PC in a format which will allow me to edit them. I have managed to extract one of a peony rose just like my mum’s; I was really pleased to learn that Ali has this plant in her garden.
*I acknowledge this to be hyperbole.
