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Dancin’ – 27 January 2025

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Out fairly early to speak to Mr Dickson.

As usual on a Monday, Jim Dickson’s garage was mobbed. Not with people today, but with cars all waiting for their time slot to get up onto the jack and have their innards examined. I guessed the Blue car wouldn’t be getting worked on today. The place was just far too busy, especially after the stormy Friday we’d just had when folk were told not to travel. That meant there would be a backlog of work to be done today, because Dickson’s doesn’t open at weekends. I did manage to buttonhole Jim D and explain what I wanted looked at. He agreed to do it on Wednesday. That would be a problem for Alex.

I just arrived home when Alex’s WhatsApp arrived asking if I was free this week. I phoned him to tell him it was unlikely I’d be able to go for a photo-walk this week. Every day is booked except Friday and I knew that Alex is always busy with grandkids on Fridays. After I’d explained the situation, we had a blether and compared Éowyn stories.

Scamp and I drove over to Tesco to get a trolley load of veg and fruit and the usual assortment of odds and ends. It also gave us a chance to have a look around the area and see just how lucky we had been not to have any serious problems with the wind.

Scamp had a phone call booked with Jackie for the afternoon, so I put on my boots and went for a walk over St Mo’s. I didn’t expect to see much and I wasn’t disappointed. Nobody was walking around the paths today, nobody but me, that is. I did see a Treecreeper going from tree to tree. They seem to climb around the tree in a helical direction looking for insects in crevices. When they get to the top, they fly down to another tree and start again. I hadn’t seen any of these secretive wee birds for a couple of years and I thought I could maybe get a photo of this one. Unfortunately I slid on my bum down the steep banking and by the time I’d righted myself the bird was long gone. Thankfully there was nobody to see me!

Back home it was almost time to get changed to go dancing with Kirsty’s class. Tonight started with a reprise of last week’s waltz, followed with a short introduction to the Foxtrot. It wasn’t really an intro to it, because we’d all danced it last year. This year’s routine was a bit different and was slightly more difficult too. We both enjoyed it, but sometimes we didn’t agree on the finer points.

We drove home in a dark, gloomy winter’s night. Scamp made Haggis Neeps and Tatties, but although Scamp thought the veggie haggis was ok, if dry, I thought it was like eating cardboard. Now I haven’t eaten cardboard recently, but I imagine it tastes better than the haggis. No taste and no spice.

PoD should have been a treecreeper, but it ended up being some Cladonia growing out of a carpet of sphagnum moss.

Tomorrow we may go out somewhere.

Late start to the day – 26 January 2025

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At least there was no snow and no high winds. In the late morning we went for a walk down to the shops. On the way we found our next door neighbour’s wheelie bin lying across the road and in a hedge. I managed to haul it out and take it back to its rightful place.

It was a cold walk down to the shops. Temperature had started at 0.3ºc when I was making breakfast and it didn’t feel as if it had risen much above 1ºc all day. Paths were icy although the wheel tracks of the little grit sprayer were clear to see, unfortunately there was no sign of any grit being sprayed. Probably the council told them to drive around and folk would think that the paths had been gritted. Fly barstewards.

By the time we returned with the food for lunch and dinner, the light was improving, so I went out with the A6500 and the long Tamron lens, hoping for something interesting. A group of maddies were using the BMX track to race radio controlled cars and I thought I might get some photos there, but by the time I found my way round the fallen trees and the slippery paths, they were heading for home.

I did get a photo of a wee robin, all puffed up against the windchill and that made PoD on Flickr, but more interesting for me were the fallen trees scattered all around one side of St Mo’s park, the other side was barely touched. Something to do with the direction and angle of the wind I think. I took a few photos of the destruction on my iPhone, because the Tamron was not covering a big enough area.

Just past the boardwalk there were three trees all large and fairly mature, ripped out of the ground or broken blocking the path. Somebody before me had worked out a route that took me round the trees and water filled holes on to the path on the far side. I imagine the tree surgeons will have their work cut out clearing the path this coming week.

I walked back to the house after one circuit of the pond and by that time the sun was dipping behind the clouds and the temperature was dropping again.

Lunch was bacon and black pudding with a handful of mini tomatoes, while Scamp had black pudding, egg and those mini tomatoes.

Processing the photos showed just how fierce the winds had been on Friday, and I scattered some across the blog.

Dinner for me was a rump steak from M&S and Scamp had ‘Rats’ which we all know is Ratatouille. We shared some sautéd baby potatoes and I pinched some of Scamp’s Rats.

We spoke to Jamie later in the evening and heard that one of our friends is now in a nursing home receiving palliative care. So sorry to hear that Clive. A lovely man.

Tomorrow I’m going to ask Jim Dickson to give me an estimate to repair the blue car. I’m pretty sure there’s damage to a spring and at least one shock absorber after a meeting with a deep pothole last Thursday.

Winds have gone – 25 January 2025

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.