-
Out, out, damned Spotty Dog
Sometimes, and I know you will find this hard to believe, I can’t think of anything to say. No flurry of verbiage rushes unbidden to the tongue. No tales, badly told, of chums’ misdeeds or misfortunes are haphazardly heaped on the hapless listener (ok, enough of that). In truth and in short, I have had…
-
Farne away
So, home again after an epic weekend in Beadnell, Northumberland, seeing our chums from Discovery 2008. It was magnificent to pick up from where we left off in 2011, there are not many people with whom one may do this and it’s a true joy. This year we stayed again at the Towers, and sallied…
-
Shaken not shtirred*
FINALLY, around six months after I hung up a Nyger seed feeder, we saw goldfinches in the front garden today. These jaunty wee chaps are a joy to look at; their collective noun, as you will know, is a charm of goldfinches, and once or twice I have been privileged enough to see such a…
-
B+W
On Sunday we went for a walk along by the wonderfully named Ash Lagoons of West Fife, just to the south of the National Trust darling that is Culross, with its phenomenally wonderful pottery shop and attendant Biscuit Cafe. This walk was very different from the usual visits to the toun, which have culminated in…
-
Sesquipedalian
It’s difficult to know where to begin when posting, either there’s so much going on that nothing short of a 100,000 word dissertation will do, or there’s ……………nothing, tumbleweed, the sound of one hand clapping, a tree falling in the forest when no-one listens and that darn cat in the box. It is a truth…
-
Fair, fair Scotia
Sometimes I think I’m a bit rubbish at life, I don’t stravaig the planet and I haven’t invented anything, I have founded no dynasty. This begins to explain why I enjoy watching and listening to birds so much, because they don’t give a stuff. Some of them have cracked the egg of sheer joy, you…
-
A Rose by any other name
Vane Farm has been re-named. It is now Loch Leven Nature Reserve. I don’t recall being consulted about this, either as a long term member of the RSPB or a frequent flier, but I was probably investigating a scone at the time. I haven’t decided which I prefer yet, and since it was called Vane…
-
Per ardua ad astra…
…or at least via the A917. Yesterday the DB Astronomy Club was asked to host a star party in the grounds of the rather posh Fairmont Hotel near St Andrews. It was rumoured that a local business man was flying in his dinner guests by helicopter from his private lighthouse (where do you land a…
-
Totally Ruby*
Well, who has the day off tomorrow? Oh, that would be me. Expect pictures of daffodils as I venture out into the unknown terra firma a.k.a. our back garden. Someone has to tidy it up… There is a new protocol in this blog thing which results in me deleting everything I have just typed. Flipping…
-
Gang Forth
Lovely lunch at the Wee Restaurant in North Queensferry today, with Rosemary. Having lived here for over thirteen years, and shared our lives with chums, we have many reasons for feeling ambivalent about the Forth Bridges, which I will not go into here. But I took some pictures of the FB, resplendent in her fresh…