It’s a month since the UK government announced lockdown. The Husband and I began our personal self isolation a week earlier on March 16, so, five weeks and counting, we’ve pretty much adapted to our new routine. The only thing … Continue reading Unlocking
Last week we should have been on the Isle of Bute, celebrating my birthday with baklava* and views of the sea. But, for obvious reasons, we had to cancel the trip and stay home. So, instead, I baked my own … Continue reading Lockdown Birthday
This is going to be mostly pictures because my right hand gets really sore when I type at the moment. Bloody rubbish for a writer. Sunday’s Walk On Sunday we broke with tradition and, instead of our usual tramp up … Continue reading The Daily Walk Continues
As I said in my last post I seem to be having trouble concentrating on anything and am, thus, feeling a bit useless. My routine, which I prize amongst all things, isn’t serving its purpose. Or should I say, I’m … Continue reading Lockdown
So, here we are then, all stuck inside waiting for the beast to sniff us out and come knocking on the door disguised as a friendly neighbour or lost delivery guy. We get a lot of lost delivery guys (both … Continue reading I Need a Haircut & Other Whinges
It’s difficult to know quite how to greet 2020, on the one hand I had a great 2019 which makes me excited for the new decade, on the other the human race seems to be committing mass suicide, which makes … Continue reading It’s Arrived!
Dave and I have taken ourselves off to the Isle of Whithorn this year, it’s marvellously bleak, and we’re in a very cosy little chalet surrounded by the sea. We arrived yesterday, and today we went walking to St. Ninian’s … Continue reading Merry Christmas to You!
I have no idea what’s going on, England has just given a man who seems like evil incarnate a mandate to do whatever he wants. Figures seem to show that child poverty is rising; that more and more homeless people … Continue reading On Doubt
Originally posted on Dave Dick:
So…its getting cold back here in bonny Scotland…the leaves are all falling, the salmon are wearing their “tartan coats”, geese and whooper swans are flying in from the far north and flocks of thrushes are chacking and squeaking in the riverside trees. Time to think back to the New York heat! Young mothers chatting over a coffee at the rivers edge.. it wasnt always so quiet round there An old factory building, a reminder of the waterside industrial area of the quite recent past Modern river traffic of a very different type is continuous but… Continue reading Pennsylvania Dreaming – part 5
We’ve been back almost two weeks, and I’m still reeling from my American experience. So much so I can’t seem to clear my head enough to write about it. So I’ve decided to write about food instead. Anyone who remembers … Continue reading American Takeout