Sunday, 22 April 2018


One small nucleus of our family arrived today.  Just after lunch.  After welcomes and sortings I was told to go to the Prom and do my sea breathing.

It was raining as I set off.  Which meant the beach was deserted.  And lovely.

Masses of Gull Gangs.  Lovely.

Mostly Herring Gulls, immature and mature and some Lesser Black Backed Gulls, immature.

Sanity and breathing restored.

Back home.  

After watching Sith cat roll on the patio my grandson got down and did the same.  Learned Behaviour!

His language is spilling out and clear.  At 20 months he knows and recognises all the primary colours.  Artist in the making.

He also likes his food.  All my daughters who have given me these delightful grandchildren have breastfed, as I did,  and then moved on to baby led weaning.  None of those powdery mixes which I, to my shame, offered.  Real food from the start.

So we sat down as a family and ate the same food and enjoyed it, perhaps not so messily, but we did not comment on that!

Spaghetti with meatballs and Garlic Bread.

Fresh fruit mixture and yoghurt.

All in bed now.

Ahhhhhhhhh  families.  

Saturday, 21 April 2018


Get this one out of the way.  It was the cat.  Morpheus.  
Imagine shouting that of the back door.  
It was a quick death.  He had had a good life.  But my poor child.  Grief.   
In one way it is good one knows what happened.  I have had cats disappear and never known why.

Right.  We are having this wonderful weather.  It is the weekend and it is good that everyone heads to the beach.

Who would not!?

But for me I prefer it when there are Gulls on the beach not people.  

More grump. I do not like adverts on the television.  I tape what I want to watch so I can whizz through the ads.  Tonight, switched on, and the sky effort said it had a problem, well that took about an hour to sort out and the only way was to allow it to delete everything I had taped, or had programmed in to tape.  It then worked.  But this evening I had to watch something with advertisements.......

What a load of rubbish.

Tomorrow I must not be grumpy, I have a small person visiting along with his Mum and Dad for a few days.

Bucket and spade sorted so we will be joining the hordes on the beach.

Friday, 20 April 2018

Sunshine and sadness.

Another glorious weather day.  Keep waiting for the thunderbolts.

Rarely is the sea this flat calm.  Mill Pond.

Gull Gang .

Fishing boat away on the hunt.

Lots of smelly seaweed.  Tiger Hill is the name of the big sand dune.  

I did not consider it to be that warm......

A day of sunshine and warmth.  But tinged with sadness.

My youngest child has two cats.  Morpheus has had a fair few problems of late and has been on medication.  Struggles to breathe.  He disappeared on Wednesday.  So what chances do you think of him being run over, killed and his body taken to the vet that he has been treated at?  We think his breathing problems led to confusion, it was quite a distance from home he was found.  So we have closure.  Still to be finally confirmed but it seems so.  So sad.

Thursday, 19 April 2018


As it can take sometime for a video to upload you are getting that first.  From this evening at dinner.  Dyson and his harem of 5 female pheasants.  Outside the dining room.  Ace.

Earlier in the day I did my Pulmonary physio exercises after a break, due to the chest infection.  Went to the Prom for my walk.

A beautiful, warm day with little wind.  Revelling in this weather.  Breathing easier. Wonderful.  Lots of smelly sea weed mounding up.

This very small dog saw me on the Prom.  Sat down and refused to move.  In the end it had to be picked up and carried past me.  It then walked on as normal for a dog.  (Although I have to say it did not look like a normal dog.)  I really must be scary.

I did consider giving you all a tutorial on how to set sail in a dinghy.  But it took this chap so long I thought you might get as bored as I did.  So this is him starting and getting there.

I am not showing you him fitting the bits, zipping himself up into his wet suit, be grateful.

Community Wardens.  Still unsure as to what they do as they pound past rubbish on the floor and sound to be catching up on where they went last night...and who said what - and to whom.

On the domestic front.  Our grass was cut by our gardeners on Monday.  We have stripes!  And on Tuesday they came to do a short back and sides on the Leylandii hedge, which I hate, but did it magnificently.  I can now see what is about to mow me down as I approach the junction.  Result.

Sunset tonight.

Wednesday, 18 April 2018

No coat, hat, gloves or boots.

Dinna fash yersel I was dressed!

Beautiful day.

Sunny, even the wind was warm.  

The sun was sparkling on the sea.  Although I took this photo of a duck? diving - and missed it....

This photo hows how clear the sea is.  Lots of weed gathering but that image indicates how clean and clear the water is.

A somewhat rusty bucket of a boat goes off on the hunt for fish.

As does the Lesser Black Backed Gull.

Back home and in the Shedudio I started to draw the Avocet, one of 3 at Strathbeg Bird Reserve.  So I can now have it on Buchan Birds and Beasts.

Jean asked about my cataract ops and the difference they have made.  Having a cataract makes the viewing foggy.  After my first op on the left eye the main reaction was that I could see colours.  Amazing colours.  Monet had cataracts.  Although Monet was diagnosed with nuclear cataracts in both eyes by a Parisian ophthalmologist in 1912, at the age of 72, his visual problems began much earlier. Soon after 1905 (age 65) he began to experience changes in his perception of color. He no longer perceived colors with the same intensity. Many of his paintings have a misty effect.  

The second op on the right eye enabled me better to see what I was drawing/painting -the shape of.  The 3D of it.  As they say two eyes are better than one.

Whether any of it has made me a better painter ah well.  Let us just say I do not get so frustrated or throw as much in the bucket!  I am just very grateful that some bits of me have been repaired by our wonderful NHS.  

Tuesday, 17 April 2018

Medical reports.

A very windy day.  But sunny and warm.

Sith cat is doing okay.  Back at the vets in three months, carry on with half a steroid every other day.

Me to my Breathing clinic nurse.  Half an hour with her is better than any medicine!  

I now have an appointment with my GP who will then refer me to a Consultant.  The last one I saw some years ago(2011!) has now retired and apparently medicine has moved on......  I may have to have a scan which will identify exactly where the problems are and what to do about them.  I am so glad I have lived this long to be able to hear that!!!!!!!!!!

The fact I do Pulmonary physio, that my attitude is one of a fighter(?) and wont give up gracefully, has made me a candidate for referral.  Well I think that's what she said.

Of course the waiting list for the Consultant could be around 6 months so I have to keep going......

I then took myself off to the Prom to try and assimilate all the nurse and I had discussed. As you can imagine it was mind boggling and quite a shock.  I thought I was just going to gracefully fade away.  

I think I should now wear Purple and spit. Jenny Joseph's poem.

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

It was breezy.  My original thought was to just get out of the car and walk to the railings and hang on.  The chariot would surely have been blown away.  Then I saw a seal.  In the water.  So I walked a little further, clinging on to the railings.  No seal.

I found out later that this was one boat rescuing another and being guided to do so by the wee Pilot boat!

Despite not getting a photograph of the seal I did get a photograph of a Sandwich Tern hunting and fishing.

Then it was home and into the shedudio.  Finished the Oystercatcher.  

I have had quite a lot of stuff to take in today.  So forgive me for being apparently light hearted and with some levity.    

Monday, 16 April 2018


It took a while, in fact most of the morning but the Haar eventually lifted.

You can see on the horizon the Haar having rolled back, but still there.

It then rolled back round the Golden Horn.  The Golden Horn is the beacon to highlight the entrance to the harbour.

It was strange to look right and see this,

Then left to see this

In and out it went.

Eyes right.  The Gull Gang were out at sea as it was high tide so nowhere to sit on the sand.

Herring Gulls (Skurries,)

Back home.  Dyson and Sithcat come face to face.  Sith eventually decided, as cats do, to ignore the fact there was a Pheasant as big as him and ignored it and walked away.

We have masses of Daffodils, and as so many were lying on the ground flattened by the wind I managed to pick a jug full.  Brought the outside in.  

More on the Oyster catcher.

Nearly there.

Tomorrow Sith cat is back at the vets to check out his steroids and their effect.  We did have some huffing and puffing the last 24 hours.  So may have to be adjusted.

Me - finished steroids and antibiotics.  Feeling much better. BUT.  I too am back at the human vets tomorrow and, well, I don't think I have totally got rid of this infection.  Hey ho.

Eventually - both he and I may get sorted.