When the Other Half returned from her week’s holiday away with the boys, I think she half expected to find the living room refurbishment to be done and dusted. It wasn’t. There was still quite a large area of the exposed stone wall to be done so when she offered to help, guess where I […]
Read moreAlarums and excursions
Asleep. Light flashes on my eyelids. Start. Awake. Idling engine. Diesel. Remember I left windows open. Remember farm thefts. Our area. Past week. Late at night. I leap out of bed, vault into the jeans I’d carefully set out at the end of the bed, race through to the hall and jump into my […]
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King of the hill
We have an ever-growing pile of stone gleaned from every corner of the croft. Eventually, it will become drystone walls. Until that day, though, the mound of stone is Harvey’s. He is king of the hill.
Read moreWhat’s happening on the croft?
As regular visitors may have noticed, my frequency of posting on the blog has dropped off to once or twice a week. While a drop is normal at this time of year, thanks to the increase workload that spring and summer bring, it’s even more pronounced at the moment as I’m tackling a number of […]
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A dog has his day
The sun was shining. The humans were hauling boulders about. And the dog was having his day.
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6 August, 2012 

