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Saturday serendipity
For the first time in a week it is actually possible to see the horizon. A dreich haar has enveloped the Kingdom of late, and frankly it has been depressing. Turns out to be jolly difficult to photograph in low light, through a window, without a tripod. Who knew?…
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Weather to Fly*
I haven’t put up any pictures, even of birds, for at least a week. So here goes then. A shot from the American football match we attended recently, some crafty handiwork at Vane Farm RSPB Loch Leven and the old man of Benarty viewed through bat-vision. From the coastal path yesterday, a lean mean carrion…
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Gazing with ganders
We had a very successful event last night for DB Astro (link at the side there) with a visit to the dark site afterwards. I did not attend the latter, not feeling too chipper since so far this calendar year I have had two colds and one episode of acute back pain, but hey ho,…
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Ticking and tocking
“The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.” ― Leonard Cohen Have to admit there is a lot of truth in that, many people seem to take lack of sleep as a badge of honour and I have probably been guilty of that too. The truth for me…
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Brrr
Actually, not brrr so much, although I have not set foot over the door yet this morning – I have been wrapping gifts since 05:30, lest ye suspect any yuletide slacking off. Chum in Cowdenbeath reports that there was a thunderstorm last night but we slept right through it. There is a little snow on…
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Statuesque
Back to Northumberland we tootled, this time to Slaley Hall, to swoon once more at the autumn colours, and spend a lot of time talking. Noted redwing and song thrush feeding voraciously in the rowan tree outside our bedroom window. On the Wednesday we went our separate ways, Paul to a star camp in Galloway…
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On the Road
Just a brief update, back from our weekend in Beadnell with Team Discovery and although none of us have our woes to seek, it was a very pleasant time spent together. Due to a fractional split in the space time continuum coinciding with a wormhole, the men won the quiz. But the women were runners…
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Post, equinoxial
As sweet and musical As bright Apollo’s lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Love’s Labour’s Lost (4.3.289-292) Shakespeare Thanks to Poppy Lee for that quote and please have a look at her website, she’s a genius. The trouble with being…
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Murmur
If you have never followed this link before, why not do it now?
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Ars longa, vita brevis
Had one of Kirsty’s famous wee hiatuses there, back now and wouldn’t you know it, it’s festival time, both here in Fife, and to a lesser extent in Edinburgh. We bought a picture at the Aberdour Festival whilst catching up with chums. We plunged into the fringe last weekend and then had to commune with…