Category: St Mo’s

Clive – 24 February 2025

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Today was a sad day.

It was Clive’s funeral which made it sad, but it was a day for remembering what a kind, gentle man he was and for celebration too. We only knew him for a few years, before his way and ours went in different directions, but I know Scamp and I both enjoyed his company and I hope he enjoyed ours. Lots of stories told and lots of tears shed, but that’s life, and he enjoyed his share of it. Goodbye Clive. You were a lovely man.

Scamp insisted we go out for a coffee and a cake once the service was over. We just drove to halfway to Glasgow to a Costa, and the place was full to bursting on a cold day. After our coffee and a cake, we went for a look at a new ‘pop-up’ furniture shop in a line of similar shops. Unlike the rest, this one had a ‘sale’ on with prices slashed all round the store. Although there were a few folk in the big empty barn of a shop, nobody was buying. Mainly because the price being asked for the articles was exorbitant. Cheap quality and high prices never make many sales, and this one was no exception. We left and drove home.

I went for a walk, because it was still a lovely day. Just a wander around St Mo’s with no thought about what I wanted to photograph. PoD eventually went to a child’s see-saw in a swing park. Mono seemed to suit the subject and the PoD was nailed.

We drove to Kirsty’s dance class when I got home. Tonight was Quickstep. It wasn’t really all that quick. I think she spent too long going over a simple routine and some people were becoming bored with going over the same steps time and time again. Too much talk and too little action, I think. Maybe I’m wrong, I have been before … many times.

After such a lovely day it was a shame to be driving through heavy rain on the way home, but at least we got parked when we did arrive at the house.

Tomorrow we may go out somewhere if the weather plays nice!

Out for a walk – 16 February 2025

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It was one of those days that promised a lot but failed to deliver.

Part of it, I admit was my fault. I should have gone out in the morning, when the light was much better than in the afternoon. I must strive to gee my ginger and get out in the morning to take photos, instead of sitting at home bemoaning my inability to to get a solution to Wordle™.
Actually, both Scamp and I did solve Wordle with the same score.

So, it was afternoon before I managed to coax myself out of the couch and into the real world. We need a leek for dinner and some single cream for the dessert. Also, I wanted some peanut butter for my breakfast. I walked over to the shops via St Mo’s pond, hoping for some bird life. I found it in a group of Canada Geese milling around among the bulrushes and eventually, they made PoD. Unfortunately I failed to capture two, yes TWO grey herons flying past, not 50metres from me on the boardwalk. I haven’t seen a grey heron on the pond in the past year, so it’s gratifying to find what might be two mating pairs in the pond.

The remainder of the walk to the shops was without interest of any kind. Bought the supplies and retraced my steps back, via the pond, without finding any interesting species of life, animal or human. It was just one of those dull days.

Back home, it was my turn to make dinner which was Cod & Prawns with Fennel & White Wine. It turned out fine for one of my meals. The fish was cooked well, but not over cooked and the prawns were just cooked and pink which was fine.

Spoke to Jamie and heard about their friends’ forthcoming wedding in St Conan’s Kirk in the wilds of the Highlands. It’s not until September, so:

  • The place will not be totally plagued by midges … I hope!
  • That means I’ll have a few months to tidy up my room as Jamie and Simonne will need somewhere to stay over on their way to the wedding.

Scamp and I made some plans for holidays this year that will need to be fitted in between hospital visits for both of us. We think it will probably be possible, but a cruise this year may be problematic.

Best wishes to Hazy and Neil on their wedding anniversary today. Hope you both had a great day. I well remember the wedding!!

Tomorrow we may go out for lunch.

Dull and Cold – 11 February 2025

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That sums up this year so far.

Another lazy morning, playing games on our phones and tablets, but finally got our act together and agreed we should go to Waitrose in Stirling for some ‘messages’.

As usual, we spent more than we’d intended and overloaded the poor wee Blue car on the way home. I had intended stopping at Haggs, near Cumbersheugh, to get some photos looking down the Forth & Clyde canal, but the light was so poor, we just continued on our way.

After lunch I went for a walk in St Mo’s, carrying the A7 with it’s usual 24 – 105mm lens, but with the addition of an old 10-20mm Sigma lens I’ve had for years. It only connects to the A7 with an adapter, and the autofocus doesn’t work any more. It’s what photogs call ‘Old Glass’. The actual lens is still immaculate and I don’t mind having to manually focus it. I’d hoped to get a chance to use it today, but the light was too poor to do it justice.

I’d bumped into an old friend out walking her dog. We walked round the pond and discussed our ailments and folk we knew. I often think I’ve got the woes of the world on my shoulders, then I meet someone who has much bigger problems than me. It makes you stop and reassess your life.

When we had completed our circuit she said she was off to exercise her dog and I went for a walk in the woods, still hoping to find those elusive sixteen spot ladybirds that may still be sleeping in the moss at the bottom of the tree. Then I noticed a crack in the bark of a tree with a strange “Thank You” message carved into it. I’d seen the tree and message often in walks in the woods, but the split was new. I’m hoping it’s just the bark that’s split and not something more serious. I’ve often wondered what the message meant. That was my PoD for today.

Don’t know what we’re doing tomorrow. I may have to phone the optician in Larky to get my eyes checked now that the Mr Sharma’s drops seem to have repaired my eye.

 

Just another Saturday – 8 February 2025

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Out in the morning to drive to Brookfield for another dance class.

Today’s class started by going straight into the October Waltz. Not my favourite of the waltz genre, but I didn’t write the script. Until this year we had always started with a sequence dance to ease us into the work that was to come. It appears now that has changed and we go straight into the class proper. This waltz seems a bit disjointed and doesn’t flow as well as some others. That’s my excuse for making a mess of it. Some others were also struggling and I’m sure they have their own excuses too.

Next was the Jive which was a bit awkward to start with, but it started to flow a bit better after a few practise sessions. I’m still feeling that bits of aren’t quite right, and I think I need to look more closely at the videos we’ve taken in class and see where I’m going wrong. That’s one of the benefits of filming short sequences of the dances. I can look back over the steps and find out where I’m ‘wrong footed’ and where I’m just plain wrong. When we get up to do a jive routine, we always start with the Seven Spins which is Glasgow Jive. Maybe we should put that on the back burner for a change and attempt the Ballroom Jive that S&J teach. After all, we come to class to learn the steps, not to cause confusion dancing our own steps.

Third set was a Rumba and although it was familiar to us, Jane had added a few changes to the steps and we did manage to get through them, although when I was watching the more experienced couples I could see how clumsy my attempts were. We live and learn.

We finished the hour and a half with the Melody Foxtrot and then my least favourite, the exhausting Midnight Jive. After that we were free to go. Despite my complaints, I really enjoyed today’s class.

Drove home via the Kingston Bridge which wasn’t as bad as it sometimes is on a Saturday. Maybe neither of the Glasgow teams were at home today, or maybe I just picked the right lane to be in.

We needed some extra bits and pieces for today’s dinner, so we walked over to the shops later to buy some. The meal in question was Spiced Coconut Chicken Traybake. For once it looked just like the photo in the magazine Scamp was making it from. We both would have made small changes, but we were both in agreement that it was worth attempting again.

I took a walk over to St Mo’s in the afternoon and today’s PoD is a low level shot of the wildfowl on St Mo’s pond.

No plans for tomorrow as yet.

 

Note to self:
I think I’ve found where I was making mistakes with the Lightroom catalog I’ve been using since the start of January 2025. I may use the old 2022 catalog (from the Grey SSD) to create a new catalog just to see if it runs properly. It need a bit of planning first to make sure I don’t corrupt anything that’s running just now.

When the gorse is in bloom – 7 February 2025

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Actually we call it Whin in Scotland, but the flowers are the same and the thorns are just as sharp, no matter where you are. That was PoD.

Scamp was out to FitSteps in the morning and I had a free hour or so. I used it up writing a letter. Two or three of my regular readers know that letter and where it can usually be found. This must be the latest it’s been written. Almost a month late. Shocking.

I’d just finished when Scamp arrived home complaining about the cold. Not something she does very often. I’m usually the one who feels the cold most. Even more this year with so many chilly nights. However, this was only afternoon and it was that east wind again that was responsible for the cooling effect.

After lunch, Scamp wanted to do some clearing out. It’s not spring, so it can’t be Spring Cleaning, but something was going on and cupboards were emptied and their contents unceremoniously dumped in the bin if they didn’t Spark Joy as Ms Kondo describes it. I admit, I did the same, although not as rigorously as Scamp, but I did put some unwanted odds and ends in the bin.

When I was tired of that game, I put my boots on and walked over St Mo’s, then down behind the school and over to the shops. It was to be pizza for dinner. I had misread the label on the pizza box and it wasn’t until I was home, I realised I’d bought, a Quattro Formagio and not the Quattro Stagioni I’d intended to. Not to worry, I was sure it would be fine.

Back home I made myself a cup of coffee (Decaf) and finished Bookshops & Bonedust. Another interesting fantasy book, not my usual read at all, but just as good if not better than the sequel, Legends and Lattes. Now I’ll have to dig through my book shelf to find something else to read, something totally different. Thanks again, Hazy.

We watched another episode of of a different fantasy, The Apprentice. This one was almost as bad as last week’s effort. I was sure this would be a double sacking, but I was disappointed.

Tomorrow I think we might be dancing in Brookfield.

A lazy start to the day – 4 February 2025

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No need to rush out early this morning. The mechanic predicted midday for the car to be ready.

And he wasn’t far wrong. My phone rang just after 12pm to tell me the car was ready to pick up.

I got a taxi down to the village and paid for the repair then drove home to pick up Scamp so we could drive to Tesco to get some much needed food. We’d been starving for over a day with no transport to get us our usual amount of food. We also took a big bundle of clothes to the Salvation Army bin in the Tesco car park. Another tick in another box.

Later in the afternoon I went for a walk round St Mo’s and into the woods for a change of scenery. Lots of trees down in the woods, but many of them had been pretty unhealthy looking for years and, in a way the storm had cleared a lot of dead wood and hopefully this will give the woods a chance to regrow. PoD turned out to be an Oyster Mushroom growing in one of those fallen trees. Apparently Oyster mushrooms are edible, but I’m not intending trying them anytime soon.

I finally got round to making a sensible weekday dinner tonight, Pasta with tinned tomatoes, mushrooms (non poisonous ones) and half an onion and some chopped peppers.. A few flakes of chilli to brighten the taste and some concentrated tomatoes to give a bit of body. Sort of like a home made pasta a’ la arrabbiata. Scamp thought it was good, I thought it could have done with stronger flavours.

Also on a food note, we watched a Jamie Oliver episode on quick, healthy and cheap cooking. Both Scamp and I picked up some interesting topics on that.

We may be going out tomorrow. Somewhere away from Cumbersheugh.

Lazy Sunday Afternoon – 2 February 2025

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Thank you, The Small Faces.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and a Sunday in general, too. I did have a lot to do, but as usual, I sidestepped most of it and did the easy stuff instead. Isn’t that what Sundays are for? It certainly is for me.

After a light lunch, I went out for a walk, still searching for the elusive Sixteen Spot Ladybirds, but again I was unsuccessful. Maybe they are overwintering somewhere else. I certainly hope so. The walk only produced six photos, and two of those were rejected immediately. Luckily a hen blackbird decided it was time for a cooling splash in the bird bath and I grabbed a few shots of it, but then I was so excited to actually get some photos, I pulled the SD card too quickly and more or less glitched the whole thing. The camera was on continuous shooting mode (slow) and there should have been about a dozen shots there. Only two shots came out, the rest were unrecoverable according to Sony. Fortunately, one of the two was a fairly good, sharp shot and it got PoD.

Neither Scamp nor I could settle on what to have for dinner and we finally agreed on home-made Tomato soup and a pack of chicken pakora I’d picked up in Asda on our way home from dance class on Saturday. Not our typical Sunday dinner, but for some reason, neither of us was hungry and the soup was good. The pakora, not so much IMO.

Spoke to Jamie in the evening and heard that things are calming down after a stressful week, for Simonne especially, losing Valioso, but also for Jamie, visiting Clive. Our thoughts are with them.

I’ve an early rise tomorrow. I’m intending to take the Blue car to Jim Dickson’s to get a bush fitted. Then, hopefully a taxi to Condorrat to drop me off at the dentist.

 

Dancin’ – 1 February 2025

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Driving over to Brookfield for a dance class.

I really thought we were going to have to give up on dance class last night. Nobody seemed to want to tell us if the class was on or off. As it happened, it was on. Thanks for making us wait for hours to find out if the class was on!! Yes, that was sarcasm.

Anyway, today we started with the October waltz. A rather over complicated and clumsy at times, waltz. Eventually with the help of Scamp I managed the first part of it, but it wasn’t easy. I can’t imagine dancing this on a busy floor, like at the Salutation with about eighty other dancers on the floor. Maybe I’m being over critical, but we just don’t have the time to drive over to Brookfield twice a week like a lot of the class do. We survived it, but I was glad to move on to the Tango.

We’d learned the basis of the tango a year or so ago and this one wasn’t really all that different. Basically the same moves in a different order, I thought. Lots of little tweaks that were interesting were included and we did manage a fairly decent run around the floor.

Next stop was a few jive steps. The problem here is that we learned Glasgow Jive, away back in the dim mists of time. It’s totally different from Ballroom Jive. It’s all to do with the beats I’m told, but it complicates matters, not knowing which foot I should be on. Maybe we should just forget Glasgow Jive and throw ourselves into the Ballroom Jive. Seriously, it would be difficult to unlearn a dance and start anew, but it might be the only way to keep in step with the rest of the class.

Final torture was the Midnight Jive, of all things. One track was enough for all of us, I think. Too much work today and not enough breaks for lighter, sequence dances.

We drove home on a very quiet M80. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the road so empty, but I didn’t complain, I just kept on keeping the car between the white lines!

I went for a walk in the afternoon to clear my head and to get some photos. I was hoping to get a couple of shots of the ladybirds that overwinter in St Mo’s, but none were visible this year. Such a shame. Lots of trees down here, most of them old and rotten. I imaging none of the tree doctors will be tending to them, deep in the woods.

PoD went to a tiny wee mushroom. The cap is less than 3mm high. How did something so fragile survive Storm Éowyn?

No plans for tomorrow.

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.