Friday, 28 August 2015

Where did August go?

Is it me and old age?  Whizzed by. All the local Galas, every village has one. Many last a week, all done.  Open days. Lifeboats, gone by.  

 Barley harvested.

 Northern Lights, Aurora, with us.  Apparently always there but depends on the clouds, the moon, whether it is visible with the naked eye.  This was.  2 nights ago. From our dining room patio door we watched it. Dancing.  Later, after we had gone to bed, the red bits joined in.  Was also visible last night.  But - well, one can get a bit blase......!!

Then there is now the imminent advent of North East Open Studios.

So a fair bit of tarting up to do.

Four shedudios. We four are the Hidden Corner Artists and have created a mini trail to lure people to visit.  Mine is the last picture.

So. Roll on September.


Tuesday, 18 August 2015


Some of you caught the post I did yesterday evening prior to my removing it.  

Basically yesterday evening I had a visit from the police.

They had received an anonymous tip off that I was driving without being able to see properly..  The anonymous tip off was made 3 months ago following my April post on having cataracts.  Said post written in my attempt at humour when being presented with an unpleasant fact.  

Of course I could and can see perfectly well. 

The fact it took the police 3 months to speak to me about this shows how serious they treated an anonymous report.  

Which is how we should and do react to anonymous comments on our blogs.

However a visit from the police at 8p.m in the evening meant it took them a while to convince me they were not here to report a death or serious injury to one or more of my nearest and dearest.  I am sure that my anonymous enemy is rubbing their hands in glee at that.

My knee jerk reaction to all this was the post I wrote last night and to stop blogging.

 But then, on reflection, some of the other details the police gave from this anonymous 'tip off' made me and my partner  realise I knew full well who it was from.

Whether I am right or wrong on that I care not.  I will not allow anyone to prevent me living my life and doing or writing what I want to do so long as it does not harm anyone and shows due respect to all. If I can raise a smile even better.

 Perhaps the sad individuals who need to get a life should follows the same aspirations.

Sunday, 16 August 2015

Minerva McGonegal.

Whatever happened this cat purred.  Sometimes took a while to get going.  When she was knocked by a vehicle.  She came in and purred.  Only three working legs. She purred.  Operation pin the leg on the cat as opposed to the donkey, she purred.  Attacked by a feral cat and the same leg dislocated at the hip she purred.

Tuesday this week she began suddenly to have major fits.  After a while she purred as I comforted her as she came round.  After four more major fits she didnt purr.  

We humans can take our loved ones and have euthanasia administered.  We did. Echoing John Gray who is a fellow blogger, would that the powers that be allow us to go down the same road.

I can still hear her purring.

No comments please. Its over. But thanks for me being able to tell someone.


Tuesday, 4 August 2015

The Open Studio Virgin

North East Open Studios commences 12th September through to the 21st.  Although I have participated as part of my Wednesday Art Group the last two years, at the Museum of Scottish Lighthouses.  But that was a group. Now it is me on my own in the shedudio.

So - it is sort out and clean BIG TIME.

Two panels and a table tick.

Third panel hung. Tick.

Mini trail poster . Tick.

This with a map will go into the main catalogue.

Tick. Distribute catalogues.  Ah well....... Plenty time.

But you can view my entry.

I have to go now, there are eleven more panels.  Some still to have shed paint second coat... Have paintings hung.  Sort out browsers.  Make more cards.  Mop floor.  

Why do I agree to do these things?  Away to do my breathing exercises.

Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Return of the Dawn Patroller.

He is back. Jet lagged. Exhausted. 

 This was tonight. The wood burner lit in July.  Although I too was feeling the unseasonal chill.  And I hadnt been anywhere tropical.

A proper wild Orang Utang.  To see this involved tramps in the jungle,  camping in the jungle, eating in the jungle and c******g in the jungle.  Quite exhausting. 

A bit of R and R was factored in.

The view from his bungalow.  Pity he also shared it with bed bugs.

So - all in all quite an adventure.  Not many birds as they were at the top of the trees in the jungle.  So the expensive book "Sumatran Birds" was the only views he got.

But he is back. Safe. Jet lagged and tired. But back.


Sunday, 12 July 2015

Grass Widow..

The Dawn Patroller has gone to Sumatra with his sister.  She is an inveterate traveller but has run out of people to accompany her. Hence family pressure was applied.

 He and she up a Sumatran volcano.

Sumatran natives.

And the obligatory Yellow duck. (See previous posts for more information on yellow ducks.)  This one has a Saltire (Scottish) flag on its chest.  The DP forgot to take a yellow duck and bought this at Edinburgh Airport.  

They do not smile much in Sumatra do they?  Could be something to do with the strange British person carrying a yellow duck.

So I am alone apart from the two cats for two and a half weeks.

I have to say it has not been fun.  Feeding the garden birds I have had to use my inventive powers as to how to fill twenty feeders a day without collapsing.  Carrying three plastic jugs to and fro from garage storage to feeding stations was way too much.  I now have carrier bags in the kitchen for the top garden feeders and the same in the studio for the bottom garden feeders.  If I fill carrier bags they last two days and its one walk to feeders.  The ones on the fence I cannot reach so tough. Should you be interested to know why I cannot do more,  just do all your chores with a straw to breathe through.  You will soon get the idea of the challenge.

However I have taken full advantage of the DP's absence.  I have totally trimmed the book shelves.  Only of mine own books I hasten to add.

 Half way through.  14 carrier bags full gone at this stage.  Agatha Christie, lots of other crime writers, many classics I have read over and over again and will never read again.

All being collected by my favourite charity, New Arc, who rescue anything including wild life.  In turn we have taken from them the odd duck. Real feathered ones, not yellow plastic.

I will show you an after picture.  To be honest once the shelves are sorted you cannot tell that great swathes of books have gone.  But like the animals and birds from the New Arc I hope my books will be enjoyed by others via their charity shops.

One very interesting fact coming out of me being on my own for two and a half weeks is the offers of help I have had.  Dinner, drinks, lunch, bit of company......all offers from the males of the human species.  Presumably I still have some allure?! 

So 6p.m. door locked,  jamas on and endless repeats of Midsomer Murders - I am fine. 

Friday, 3 July 2015

The Dawn Patroller.

This post is dedicated to my fellow blogger at Rusty Duck. Jessica battles with nature attacking her garden.  Including deer.  You need a higher fence.

5a.m. out on his Dawn Patrol just by our house.