…just a little. We have our friend Norm staying for a few days and we are showing him the local sights. Which consist mostly of trees and hills. And sheep. And trees. And hills. And a few more sheep. And trees. Oh, and a few cows as well, for variety… Anyway, today we drove him
The fun starts Friday! Carol is buzzing around doing umpteen things at once – as always, I marvel at the woman’s energy. Brian & me are are far from ready for the Camp – the car has suddenly developed a leaky fuel tank that will need replacing, the caravan needs cleaning out, we have to
Public transport up here can be somewhat ramshackle. “Charmingly ranshackle”Â? is how I usually describe it to people; like, for instance, last Saturday when I went to Castle Douglas from the village and found myself, eventually, as one of twelve adults and two children trying tofit into an 8-seater mini-bus. A not altogether uncommon experience.
We’ve had some fabulous weather this weekend – warm and sunny. This afternoon, me & Brian went for a walk in our favourite bit of woodland. The bluebells are just coming out – by next month, the ground under the trees will be a haze of blue. Lots of other wildflowers are out as well
Today we had another wood-fest at the Steadings. It stopped raining this morning, so Graham went over with his chainsaw and cut up lots of the logs that had been left at the bottom of the hill. In the meantime, Brian & John set to work on chainsawing the big pile of birch logs that
Here in the Steadings, the afternoon was devoted to wood. First of all, Graham and John (the Steadings’ two “muscles”) chopped a pile of logs into fuel, which Carol, Brian, me & Pauline, plus Graham’s sister Fran and her two boys, generally ran around shifting the wood, piling it into barrows and getting it to