Winds have gone – 25 January 2025

We should have been driving to Brookfield this morning, but I didn’t fancy the drive in the conditions and thankfully, Scamp didn’t argue.

The ‘conditions’ were that I had to get from Brookfield to East Kilbride after the dance class on a day when the weather didn’t seem to want to “play nice”. As it happened, although the snow did come as predicted, I’d have had plenty of time to drive over to EK. My fault. My bad. I regret it now, but as Scamp says, it’s over, it’s in the past, leave it.

We drove up to Hairmyres about an hour earlier than we needed to, but it was snowing and EK has a reputation to uphold for snow forgetting to turn off once it’s been turned on, so an hour in our pocket seemed like a good idea. And it was.

It was hard driving into the sun after most of the snow had disappeared. Even wearing sunglasses didn’t really help, but we made it out to the edge of Hamilton and up the hill to the Whirlies roundabout. Brilliant name for a roundabout. It was just after that we saw the red lights ahead of us, hundreds of them. After driving in first gear for a few metres, waiting a few minutes and crawling further along what’s really just a mile or two long straight, half an eye on the car in front and half an eye on the clock we saw the blue and red lights of either an ambulance or a polis car. We never did find out which, because it was long gone before we reached the next roundabout where a car was parked half on the road, half on the 200mm high verge of the entrance to the roundabout. That’s the worst parking I’ve ever seen.

After that long crawl, it was a fairly easy drive to the hospital. We were still a bit early, but that was just luck. I got taken right away and the two nurses who did the pressure check on my eyes were impressed with my results.

Then we had a long wait to see the doctor, about an hour I’d reckon. Last time we were there it was football was on the tv. Today it was horse racing. Almost as boring as football, but not quite. Eventually my name was called and Mr Sharma was not quite as dismissive as last time. He even answered some of my questions after he told me that the drops had worked and the pressure in my eye had reduced by a half. I’d still have to keep using the drops for a while, but for now he didn’t want to see me for three weeks or three months, I can’t quite remember which. All I heard was the the pressure in my eye was down by a half.

We drove home, parked the car and did nothing for the rest of the day. Dinner was an omelette for Scamp and a couple of lamb burgers for me with a baked potato each and shared a tin of beans. Great relaxation food.

PoD is a Rhododendron bud in the back garden.

Tomorrow we may go shopping after I do my drops!

Well, that was a scary one – 24 January 2025

The wind came early in the morning.

We had been well warned about the coming storm Éowyn and boy, it was a corker! It started around 9am and rapidly strengthened up to midday with 60mph winds and gusts in excess of 90mph. It was an uncomfortable morning. Almost a year ago with Storm Isha, I was writing that I was sure the front windows were going to blow in with that. This year I’m writing that I was 100% certain the front windows were going to blow in, but, again, they survived and so did we. After yesterday’s calm, and in the belief that the weather fairies had got it wrong, we told ourselves it wouldn’t really be as bad as last year, but it was, and some.

With our bins scattered around the street, it looked like a bomb had hit us, and I suppose in a way, it was what Americans call a Weather Bomb. Described by the Weather Centre as: “A low pressure system whose central pressure falls 24 millibars in 24 hours in a process known as explosive cyclogenesis.”

Eventually after a good seven or eight hours of battering things began to be just a little bit calmer out there and we began to hope the end was in sight. However, it wasn’t until the Red warning was reduced to an Amber warning we began to breathe a bit easier. The warning level is now Yellow, the lowest warning level. That warning level will remain tomorrow (Saturday) but will be linked with snow and ice rather than wind. Of course, there is another weather system waiting in the wings for next week, just as there was last year. It’s funny how cyclic these warnings are.

I’m supposed to go to the hospital tomorrow to have my eyes checked again by Mr Sharmer (The Charmer!) and Scamp want to go dance class first. I hope we can manage to fit both visits in. It’s probably a good idea, really. The dance class might take my mind off the eye drops and Mr S!

PoD turned out to be a picture of the bins scattered along the path outside the front of the garden. It’s called The Massacre of the Wheelie Bins.

Hoping for a calmer day tomorrow.

Dentist and Dancin’ – 23 January 2025

But not at the same time!

A couple of days ago I had a pain in one of my wisdom teeth at the very back of my mouth. A few moments later I had a horrible taste in my mouth too. I thought it might be an abscess and drove up to the dentist’s surgery. The girl there is very good and squeezed me in to an appointment for this morning – It’s a really busy surgery practice.

The dentist had a look, but couldn’t see any sign of infection, but she took an X-ray just to be sure and although the photo came out clear, she said she’d give me a course of penicillin just in case there was something there. Two tablets, four times a day when my stomach is empty. An hour before food or two hours after food. Far too complicated for a bear with little brain! Worse, they taste awful!

Back home we decided to go to the first Tea Dance of the season. The fact that we were promised home-made Tea Loaf had nothing to do with our decision. Awful weather and a host of potholes made for something less than the best journey we’ve had, except for the train journey home after Christmas!

We arrived late and were met with Stewart’s favourite comment: “Don’t think you can just Waltz in here!” I don’t know how many times I’ve heard that old joke. Anyway, we were seated far away from our usual table and we were directly under the speaker. Maybe that’s why we were on the dance floor most of the day – to keep away from that speaker. I think we must have been up for every dance except the Scottish selection. Traditional if the Tea Dance is nearly at Burns Night. The tea loaf was excellent. Home made as promised by Jane.

Most of the second half was a collection of Sequence Dances and although Scamp was as sure footed as usual, I must admit to being a bit rusty and needing a prod in the right directions sometimes.

As usual, we left early to avoid the worst of the schools coming out. The weather had deteriorated by then and it was an uncomfortable drive home. I think I may have damaged a shock absorber on one or two of the potholes which seemed to be everywhere today. I may take the car down to Jim Dickson to have it looked at next week.

No outside photos today because of the atrocious weather. Drizzling rain is not conducive to taking photos, unless you want to have your camera ruined. I didn’t. So, PoD was a bunch of violet and white Lisianthus cut flowers that Crawford and Nancy had brought yesterday.

We’ve been given a RED weather warning for wind tomorrow. It has gradually climbed up the scale from Yellow to Amber to Red in the past few days with winds in excess of 100mph on the west coast and over 60mph inland. No trains, schools closed, no GPs, no buses. We’ve been told to be prepared for possible power cuts too. The danger of life warning blared out at about 5pm, scaring the living daylights out of me.

Hopefully it won’t be quite as bad as they are predicting, but we have to be ready for it anyway.

Cooking – 22 January 2025

A busy day. Crawford and Nancy were coming for dinner.

I hadn’t been feeling great in the morning and grabbed an extra half hour snooze after taking a couple of paracetamol. They didn’t seem to do much good, so I drove over to Tesco to get more veg and stuff for the dinner and by the time I came back the pills had kicked in and I felt a lot better.

After dinner I took a camera out to St Mo’s and got a few photos of a tough old Bramble branch with lethal looking thorns.

The rest of the day can be condensed into some bullet points.

  • I was making Mushroom Soup
  • Scamp was making Chicken Stroganoff for main course
  • Scamp was also making Tiramisu for the dessert
  • Neither of us were really impressed with our creations, but they seemed to go down well with the guests.
  • The guests arrive just after 7.30pm and left about half past midnight.
  • We loaded the dishwasher after they left and went to bed.
  • I had to forego my usual dinner party whisky because I was driving to the dentist in the morning, and it was already late.

Tomorrow it looks like Windy Willy is coming round again!

Beautiful clear day – 21 January 2025

It was a bit dull this morning, but then the clouds cleared and the sun shone!

We had a fair bit of shopping to do today, so we drove up to Tesco to see if they had anything interesting in store. We managed to get almost everything we wanted, but we might need to go shopping again tomorrow for the odd one or two we missed.

We had intended to go out for a walk in the afternoon, but that didn’t happen. Scamp was cleaning and I was printing off the remaining calendars. Yes, Hazy, they are coming. I’m hoping to get them posted off tomorrow.

Later in the afternoon, once the calendars were drying, I went for a walk in St Mo’s. The sun was just setting as I was crossing the boardwalk and I took a few shots with the camera. Then I tried the phone camera, but wasn’t impressed with the results until I spent a good ten minutes going through the different settings and sub-settings on the thing. That’s when the PoD appeared. I was trying to shoot an ultra-wide view across the pond to grab the sunset colours, and suddenly it all just worked! Scamp chose the PoD and I have to agree with her. It worked so well.

We eventually got a ’normal’ dinner tonight. It was Pasta all’Amatriciana. Pasta with bacon, dried red pepper flakes and a tin of Italian tomatoes, served with cheese. I added crushed garlic just to play with the garlic press!

That was about it for today. Tomorrow I think we’ll both be baking or cooking for Crawford and Nancy.

An early shout – 20 January 2025

Out just after 9am (early for me!) to go see the bloodsuckers. Those darling ladies who take away some of my high quality blood for their own nefarious purposes. I think they use it to make black pudding!

After the blood letting, I was free to enjoy the rest of the day. It was a gloomy prospect. Poor light in an overcast sky and nothing to look forward to. Even lost my 36 day run on Wordle. First one I’d tried on the new phone. I hope that’s not an indication of what’s coming next.

After a reviving cup of coffee, Scamp set out her plans for the remainder of the day which involve driving to Falkirk to look for a bedside lamp, a coffee table, maybe a new fridge and just the chance of a new rug for the lighting room.

  • None of the many bedside lamps ticked her boxes.
  • Of coffee tables there were no signs.
  • Fridges were also thin on the ground. There were cheap ones and there were expensive ones, but virtually nothing in between.
  • We did find a rug which was almost the same size as our present one and we took a chance on it.

At least we did get the rug and then we went shopping in Morrisons for … well, shopping mainly; – also known as ‘Messages’. We were almost as unlucky there too. It being Monday, a lot of the shelves were empty. I’m beginning to wonder about Morrisons. Over Christmas they were in dire straits when they couldn’t produce the Christmas goodies folk had been saving up for. It wasn’t a good sign. No doubt we’ll hear about it sooner rather than later if the shops begin to close.

Drove home and I took a chance on being able to get some decent landscape shots. Luckily for me I did find a likely sky scape that reflected on the water of the pond at St Mo’s. I took that as a basis for a PoD.

Drove up to Kirsty’s new dance class. The class had started last week, but neither Scamp nor I was really ready for it, but today we were. The hall she had found was a decent size an brightly lit. Much, much better than the dingy pocket handkerchief we’d been working I for the past year. This was a whole new possibility. Tonight’s dance was the first two parts of a waltz routine and it worked well. We had a new couple just joined us last week too. I hope Kirsty’s enthusiasm starts to bring in more ballroom and latin dancers.

Tomorrow, I think we may be practising some food ideas for two friends on Wednesday, all being well.

Snowdrops – 19 January 2025

The first snowdrop flowers to appear in the garden.

It was Scamp’s idea that I should take a photo of the first snowdrops. I think it was just a ploy to get me to go outside for a while, but I didn’t mind. Finding a decent viewpoint to shoot them from, because they were nestled into a corner of a square pot, that was a challenge. I eventually used a piece of matt black neoprene to give a dark background that would hide the plastic pot, but wouldn’t be too detailed and draw the eye from the plants. Eventually I came up with about six photos. Three from one angle and three from another. The final choice was up to Scamp and she chose this one. I think she was right. She sometimes is!

The remainder of the day was a typical Sunday. Lunch for Scamp was one of yesterday’s fresh eggs, fried with some tomatoes on buttered bread. I had the remainder of Friday’s mince with another of those eggs poached in it. A Larky standard!

Later after Scamp had taken in all that Laura Kuenssberg had to say about the release of hostages from Israel and Gaza and the forthcoming deification of Donald Trump, we went for a walk to the shops. Of course I took a camera with me, but I didn’t use it. I knew the first snowdrop would stand for PoD. It wasn’t as cold as it had been in the morning when I’d been on location in the garden photographing flowers, but on the way back home a chill began to descend.

Dinner was Trout Fillets with Hasselback Potatoes (why do I keep calling them Hasselhoff?), Peppers, Tomatoes and Shallots, roasted in the oven. Absolutely lovely. Why do I keep describing food? Because we are both foodies and good food deserves to be praised.

Spoke to Jamie and heard how he had spent his week weeding and working in the garden while Simonne lived the high life in Florida. Your time will come Jamie!

Tomorrow morning I’m expected to donate a full test tube of my precious blood to demonstrate how wonderful it is!

Dance Class – 18 January 2025

First one this year and first one for about a month too.

Drove to Brookfield to find that the room was almost full. Neither of us had seen such a busy dance class in a long time, if not ever!

Just as we were driving over to Brookfield, my phone buzzed. By the time I got there the message was long gone and anyway it was just a message to say that NHS Hairmyres Hospital had called and it wasn’t possible to reply to this message. What sort of way is that to run a railroad, or a hospital, for that matter. I phoned the hospital and spoke to a human who told the message was about an appointment I had. By the sound of her, I wasn’t the first to have one of these calls. In fact I’d had one last week and knew what was coming.

Back at dance class, we recognised a few faces from years ago, in for a refresher course. Stewart asked us how many of us could remember the October Waltz. Most of us couldn’t remember how to tie our shoe laces, far less how to dance! That didn’t sway Stewart and Jane and we were soon remembering ‘Back Cortés’ and ‘Spin Turns’. It also gave me a chance to do take some video footage on my new phone. The October Waltz took up most of our time and we may still be perfecting next October if we’re spared.

A wee bit of sequence dancing gave our knotted leg muscles a chance to recover after the waltz, and we were in to the Tango. A new version of the X-Line Tango that we started with a few years ago, but which has been altered an improved in the last year or so. Actually, it feels like a completely new dance now. With Scamp and Jane’s help I did put the steps in the correct place and my feet followed suit. In the end, the tango wasn’t as daunting as I’d feared.

A Midnight Jive or two brought proceedings to a suitable finale and we were still able to walk back to the car. One of the dancers had brought eggs, laid by a neighbour’s hens and was giving them away. Scamp collected half a dozen in a box filled with straw and they survived the journey home. I took a risk and went the Kingston Bridge way home, it being quicker, especially if you claim a space in the outside lane quickly enough. I did.

Back home despondency hung over me because of the complications of the iPhone 15 again. However, a severe talking to by Scamp and the promise of a Golden Bowl supper made me forget.

A walk over to Condorrat to collect the supper gave me my first serious shot with the phone of cars on the motorway. I was quite impressed. Not camera quality, but not bad. That was the PoD in the bag.

Remember the phone call that you cannot reply to? We got another one tonight when we were watching last year’s prom on iPlayer. The same message I got last week, so I knew what to expect. Automatic recorded voice which, thankfully wasn’t american, talked me through the procedure an I was booked in.

Scamp was enthralled by Barber’s Adagio and I was similarly fascinated by Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue. Absolutely fascinating. How can these folk remember all those piano pieces.

In a much better frame of mind tonight. I’m more settled with the phone and with the next appointment at the hospital. It looks like it’s going to be a busy week. Only one free day for a walk with Alex.

Hoping for a bit better day tomorrow, even just a bit of light, even if it’s raining will do.

Dull, Dull, Dull – 17 January 2025

Where did those lovely blue skies go.

They were there yesterday, complete with Lenticular Clouds. Today it’s just heavy grey skies 🙁

Scamp was away early in the morning to go to FitSteps and I had the run of the house for a good couple of hours or more, because she was meeting Isobel for coffee after the class. I stayed at home and enjoyed the peace and quiet.

I read for a while, considered going out for a walk, but the dull grey sky didn’t do much to encourage me, so I stumbled through more tweaks to the amazingly complicated iPhone 15. Many moons ago when I got my first MacBook Pro, you could take it in to the Apple shop in Glasgow and they would talk you through alll the things you could do with it and answer your questions as you went. I think things have changed a lot since then, judging from my last foray into Apple Glasgow.

After Scamp returned, and we had lunch, I drove up to Kenilworth to speak to a doctor. It was a routine appointment to get myself a PSA test to make sure my ‘waterworks’ were behaving properly. Before Covid, I’d had six monthly checkups, but Covid changed so many things. I just thought I should be getting back into that routine again. The doc gave me a once over and declared that there were no major problems, but suggested I should cut down on my caffein intake which meant less tea and coffee. That would be a hardship for me, as you can imagine, but I’d been gradually reducing my coffee intake recently, so I guess it was no great surprise. Blood test is set for Monday, so coffee and tea might not be the only things I’ll be reducing.

As I was driving home I saw a break in the clouds appearing and thought I might catch a shot or five with my new camera, but as I got closer to home, I realised I couldn’t outrun that golden disk and it would have dipped below the horizon before I could get to a suitable vantage point. Instead, I drove home and picked up a tiny wee stick with two green leaves sprouting from it. It was a cutting of a Honeysuckle from the garden, but it didn’t seem to ‘take’ and eventually appeared to be dead. We were going to dump it in the compost bin when I noticed what looked like white rootlets at the base. Scamp re-potted it and sure enough, two little green leaves appeared. To give you a sense of scale, the leaf on the left is just a tiny bit less than 5mm long. The twig will eventually be cut back if the leaves continue to grow. PoD in the bag!

Scamp had Bubble ’n’ Squeak for dinner and I had Mince ’n’ Tatties. Delicious, because Scamp made them, not me!

Tomorrow I think we might be going to dance class. First time this year and first time in about a month!

Heading for Fife – 16 January 2025

Today we got a bus to catch a bus that would take us to Fife for a walk in the park and to grab some lunch.

We got the X3 to the town centre and just missed the bus to Dunfermline. That meant we had to stand in a cold, unheated bus shelter for about half an hour until the Dunfermline bus arrived. Really, in this day and age I’d think a wee bonfire in the corner could have been lit to provide us with some heating. Even if we gathered up all the fag ends, we could have allowed them to dry out so they would be easier to light and give us a heat. It looked from the singe marks on the timetables in the shelter that some adventurous folk had the same idea. At least someone was thinking about us shivering pensioners.

We finally got on the most rickety bus Stagecoach could find and at least it was heated. A fairly pleasant run up to Dunfermline, but I was wishing that I’d taken Scamp up on her suggestion that we grab a seat on the Perth bus that we allowed to pass us, or even the Dundee bus would have been good. The fact that both of those destinations had shops selling coffee beans that I’d tried in the past had nothing to do with our destination. There were no coffee beans for sale in Dunfermline, but there was a Cafe Nero which was the next best thing.

Suitably refreshed, we went for a walk through the park and I got a chance to take some photos of the more exotic plants in the heated glasshouse. I also sneaked some photos of folk in and around the park. PoD went to a leaf in the glasshouse, brilliantly lit from behind by today’s bright low sun.

Lunch was in Wetherspoons. Fish ’n’ Chips for Scamp and Chicken Jalfrezi curry for me. Scamp’s was washed down with a large glass of Barossa Ink and mine with a pint of Innis & Gunn. Long time since I’ve had that.

After that it was time to head for the bus home. An uneventful journey with some lovely cloudscapes that I couldn’t take, but enjoyed watching.

Tonight we watched our first and probably our last Traitors. I’m guessing most of the folk in this pointless bit of fluff were cracked actors or “Be on a Show” people who just wanted to be seen on TV. It was puerile rubbish, but seems to have attracted a fair following. So what do I know?

Tomorrow we’re back in the old routine with Scamp intending to go to Fit Steps in the morning.