Some where, round about

Life seems to be downright bonkers, but upon sober reflection maybe not nearly as bad as Some other moments in previous years...... Grandchildren have been born and yet not seen in real life. For the first time in years we have not climbed into our camper, exploring & visiting across the country. I don't have the hang of casually-chic mask-wearing as yet + I'm rapidly developing a distinct aversion to supermarkets. We have reached that time of Getting The Wood In, of knowing exactly where the scarves, hats n gloves are and starting on blessed puddings and custard!  There are those scurried last moments in the garden, ensuring no lone plastic pots are left out to be blown hither and yon as the winds blast from every angle through the garden.   Today the greenhouse was hauled about and the winter seedlings finally have halfway decent shelving - the potting shelves, relocated from next to our oil tank. I certainly have limited time now to make WinterDecisions for the gar...

Early afternoon..... in early June. It has rained and blown all day. Have scampered across to the studio twice and nearly been blown over each time! Hopefully all the veg are OK? Certainly the size of our  kindling pile for this winter will be increasing, tomorrow maybe the weather will have blown itself out so I can pick my way around with a container and clear the garden a bit. For now though I am left with my thoughts, a large pile of assorted blue fabric pieces and plenty of time. Everything that can be machine sewn has Been machine sewn and all that  I am left with are numerous trailing ends to hand sew into place. The process of slowly ( oh sooo slowly at times!) clearing, sorting, relocating or repurposing has started again. Lockdown has meant that my shopping bag is abandoned and the afore mentioned sorting process has brought to light precious cushions made with the same fabric. Clearing a bedroom cupboard brought to light enough bits and pieces of...

"Where are you from?"  An oft asked question, but how exactly I'm supposed to answer it.... i just don't know. Literally, we have moved from another area of Scotland. Yet as soon as I open my mouth it is fairly obvious that I'm not from anywhere north of the border! Twelve years together on the suburban edges of a northern English city and altogether I had logged up twenty one years of floating around. But I am not From there. Wales for six years very happy years before that, but I am not Welsh. Four years in a southern English county left no rolling lilt to my voice. Outskirts of a south west city for another four years left no imprint. But south eastern counties and London might, all that impressionable late teens and twenties...... East Anglian? Do I sound like a Bernard Matthew's advert? Not unless my brother is somewhere close by. The Pennines left their mark, within my emotions but ask about my Mug, Rug or Cup and it's swiftly ap...

So here we have our companion; happy, relaxed and not looking In The Least like a dog who had been off his feet and seriously out for the count during most of one very long recent night. . He's thirteen years old and has managed to make the massive final retirement relocation north of the border. . It's a perfect situation for him here... beach about a mile away, decent footpath just up the back and a garden than he can hide and seek in. The village has apparently helpfully has laid on new footpaths for his enjoyment as well. Nearby beaches are being slowly explored and he loves them all. So that's him. Us? We're just relieved to live Here....and no longer in the suburbs of a large city. . It's quite shocking to reach that point in our lives when we are retired, either for age or health reasons. But given the previous  raising of children, usual employment and endless voluntary work....now....we are not apologising for Retiring, with a capital R. . And ...