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Back Again

Not been posting much in here lately – way too much work. We’ve foolishly agreed to produce a desk diary version of the

Buses

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. […]

It’s Nice Around Here

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 […]

Long Time No Write

Hallo, back again. Really must try to update this thing more often. But I get so busy sometimes. Well, my birthday last week passed quietly enough – got a prezzie of chocolates and a CD from one of my daughters. The CD was the music from the Morse TV series. Hmm, bit puzzled as to […]

Apologies…

…for not posting in such a long time. Been pretty busy this lazy month. Finally got Transit launched on Monday – you can admire it here. Getting it together was an anxious time – I was so keen to impress. And I had loads of Elfin Diary work to do at the same time – […]

Wood & Water

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 […]

Wood We….

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 […]

Stone Me

One of my little rituals is to walk up to the village every Sunday morning to buy a Sunday paper. This morning, as usual, I passed by the cottage with the trilithon in the front garden. It’s not a full-size trilithon, obviously; all of two feet high, it’s made from two six-inch wide slabs of […]