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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.

 

Cold morning with rain later – 10 February 2025

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Not a good day for outdoor photography.

I did very little in the morning apart from fail at Wordle. Too many different options for The Word, and I chose the wrong one. Scamp then followed me to failure. I didn’t feel quite so bad after that.

It was a bit too cold to do any serious photography, but scrounging around I found a tub of shop-bought basil plants that looked interesting enough to make a decent photo with the rain splashed kitchen window behind. When the sun made one of its occasional visits, it showed off the texture of the basil leaves and made some nice bokeh splashes on the window. PoD captured.

We went to Kirsty’s dance class in the evening and worked our way round the floor with a few tracks of the waltz we’ve been learning. Next was the Foxtrot which is a much more interesting kettle of fish. It was quite a big class and a busy floor as a result. If the entire class had been there it would have been even tighter for space, but two couples were missing. We were more or less left to our own devices as Kirsty and Nicola were doing their best to help the less able. Wet drive home and grabbed one of only two parking spaces.

Dinner is becoming a late evening thing now that we’re going to Kirsty’s class at 6pm. Tonight it was based on Potatoes and Cabbage with a very neatly poached egg for Scamp and the remains of yesterday’s stew for me.

No plans as yet for tomorrow, but something tells me there might be shopping to be done.

Dull and damp – 9 February 2025

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Not a great day to take photos.

I can usually find something to take photos of, but today I was stumped … until I remembered seeing the green shoots of Scamp’s Cerinthe plants just breaking through the soil this morning. They had only been planted a week or so ago. Some plants are amazingly resilient. A PoD in the bag.

The rest of the day was pretty disappointing. Although I finally got a piece of technology to work for me. It’s fairly complicated to explain, but basically some clever person has devised a way to allow a Mac to talk to and exchange information with a Microsoft PC. I like it when someone makes it easy to do stuff like that, when it seems that everyone else in the world is doing their utmost to do the opposite. So far it’s working, but for how long, I don’t know.

We went for a walk down to the shops and I bought a chunk of rump steak in Aldi for almost half the price of a similar chunk in M&S. Granted the M&S meat was diced, but how long does it take to chop up a pound of meat?

We walked home and began to feel the first spits and spots of rain on our faces.

Dinner tonight was Potatoes and Cauliflower with a Cheese Sauce for Scamp and all the above with stew and sausages for me. Pudding was Rice & Prunes and that was lovely too. Sunday at the dinner table is becoming a time to discuss the coming week and that’s what we did tonight. What did we have to do, and what did we want to do? Two questions that rarely have the same answer.

Spoke to Jamie later and heard about the problems working with people, both those above and below you in the pecking order. I sympathised with him, having been in both those places in the past and not enjoying either.

Tomorrow we may go shopping. Real full on trolley shopping. Either that or visiting family.

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.

We went to Perth – 5 February 2025

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Just a day trip on the bus. Or to be more pedantic, three buses and a taxi.

We took the X3 to the Town Centre and waited for what seemed like hours for the M8 bus to Perth. We could have stayed on to Dundee, but we were late getting started, or to be honest, I was too tired to get out of bed and we missed a bus. Anyway, we walked into the centre of Perth and had a coffee and a pastry each. It was a lovely day if cold, but we were well wrapped up against it.

We walked over to the ‘Ship’ which is a viewing gallery that extends over the River Tay. The flood gates were in operation today. Two years ago the council was criticised for not closing the flood gates at North Inch, leading to properties in the area being damaged. Not so today. The gates were closed.

We continued our walk beside the North Inch Park for a mile or so, then faced the cold breeze that was blowing in our faces on the way back. I got some coffee in the Bean Shop and some Decaf tea too.

By then it was time for lunch, but we were just too late to get a table at The George which would have been our favoured restaurant and ended up in The Capital Asset a JD Wetherspoon. Not the best pub in the world, nor in Scotland, for that matter, nor even in Perth, but it’s cheap and there is always a wide variety of beers and wines. I don’t think they stretch to cocktails! Scamp had a Chilli Non Carne bowl and I had Fish ’n’ Chips. As Scamp would say, “It filled a wee space.”

There weren’t many folk around the town, probably because a lot of the smaller shops seemed to close on a Wednesday and the whole place had a haunted look about it. This was accentuated when we reached the bus station. It’s an old dilapidated building with a couple of tiny waiting areas. No shops. Not even a newsagents. Nothing. We walked to the train station where there was a Costa, but nothing else.

Our bus was a few minutes late, but there wasn’t a big queue for it so we got a seat easily. Lovely warm bus, but the driver went walkabout, leaving the engine running and the door wide open to a cold wind, when we got to Broxden park and ride. The throbbing hub of Perth’s transport system. Eventually he returned and off we went on our journey through the night. I was just thankful to be able to feel my feet again!

Inevitably the bus was late reaching Cumbersheugh Town Centre and we missed the connecting X3 by seconds. Scamp gave in and we got a taxi about two minutes after ordering it.

All in all, it was a great day. Good to walk in the sunshine, even if it was cold.

PoD went to Kinnoul Parish Church on the far bank of the Tay, positively glowing in the afternoon light.

I think we may be dancing tomorrow.

More of a relaxing day – 29 January 2025

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Today I was meeting Alex for a photo walk around Glasgow on a beautiful, but cold day.

He wanted to go to Guitar Guitar for a new set of strings for his new guitar. I fancied a walk around the Barras or maybe around Glasgow Green. We both achieved our goals. I think my offering of Glasgow Green came from standing for two hours at the Turner exhibition in Edinburgh. I just needed to stretch my legs and straighten my spine.

Scamp gave me a lift to the station and I was comfortably on time to catch the express train to Glasgow. Met up with Alex at the bus station as agreed. After the usual Cafe Nero, we had a long walk down Buchanan Street and along Argyle Street to the guitarist’s Mecca, Guitar Guitar. Once Alex had his strings we walked down Saltmarket and then went through the McLennan Arch and along the avenue to the sadly neglected People’s Palace Wintergarden. Took a few photos there before walking back beside the River Clyde, back to Saltmarket.

From there we walked along Parnie Street which used to have a thriving group of games shops, now nearly all closed. Likewise the host of cafes. We turned right and walk along a narrow lane that eventually took us back to Argyle Street, but not before Alex set up a nice still life with a half empty bottle of Corona Extra on an electricity substation and a view down to the River Clyde. With a few tweaks I used his setup and took a few shots of my own. That photo made my PoD.

After that is was only a couple of zig, zags to reach Paesano. I had my traditional Anchovy and Olive Pizza and rebel Alex had a Vegan pizza with peppers, sliced potatoes and asparagus. I must admit, the colours in it were a sight to behold.

We had a quick look around the GOMA, but there wasn’t much to photograph until Alex found an asian girl with her dog dressed for Lunar New Year in a red embroidered jacket. He (Alex) got photographed by the girl feeding the dog for a ‘project’ she was doing. The biter bit perhaps! A walk up Buchanan Street before we went our separate ways to our buses. Mine was an hour late and then two X3s arrived at the same time. That’s what happens sometimes.

I’m hoping I’ll remember to be out early(ish) tomorrow to go and get the results of my PSA test. Scamp is due a visit to another doc in Coatbridge later.

Today we lost an old friend. Clive Davis passed away today. A lovely man.

Simonne lost an old friend too when her beautiful white horse, Valioso had to be euthanised.

It’s been a sad day.

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.