Sunday Morning: Had a terrible nights sleep, got up, laid breakfast out for guests etc. Stood with Morning coffee listening to the birds, few seemed to be at the feeders. -2c, felt like -5c, the air fair pinched. Felt like I was going to cry, but chest aching and tight, just couldn’t.’
Ach, needed to clear head, so took an early walk down to Glen Brerachan.
Was probably a first, but I did not take Barclay or the McNikon!! But did take the Coolpix and Olympus for an outing. The odd car passed, think they must have been heading to the slopes, other than that, twas just me and nature, could breathe, bliss!
On my return home, the tame sheep spotted me walking boots and made a beeline for the laces! (Note to self: Order more Parsnips)!
I would take myself to bed in the afternoon, still no sleep came.
Barclay took his bone upstairs onto the landing, so come actual bedtime, he was stood been all protective of it and giving me a wee growl! And am sure he was trying to push me back down again. Had to bribe him with a Denta chew!
Monday: Wow, a beautiful start to the day, even though it was -6c. Clear to begin with, the most lovely dawn chorus and the most gentlest of snow flakes fell for a minute. Sun begin to rise and clouds began to appear.
Lots of chores this morning and busy.
A few hours later, I notice the Ducks were awol again!
Unbelievable!! The Ducks have discovered Loch McBasil, has only taken them 4 months!
Midday and fresh snow began to fall, lasted all of 5min, then it was a milder afternoon.
So much for the blowing snow which was forecast.
The strangest thing, found my Olympus lens cap in the log shed tonight! How on earth! Nae idea, there are something’s I just don’t question.
Had hair cut, so hopefully that will cure the hat hair for a wee while!
Saw good Quentin Tarantino thing today, where Kill Bill was referenced in Pulp Fiction.
Brilliant! Will have to tell Dad. Went to phone him, stopped and realised.
The Mountains are Calling
The Way Ahead
Clever
Ducks discover Loch McBasil
The Nature Diaries 
My heart hurts for you honey. Beautiful words as always.
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That urge to phone can hit you at anytime, Karen but sometimes it is good too. When we moved to the country, a full 8 years after my mum passed, I picked up the phone to call her to tell her that she would love our new place – a sad reminder but it did make me spend some time thinking about both my parents. Hang in there; grief lessens even if it never leaves.
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Hello luv
I still ache to pick up the phone and call mi dad 9 years down the line wont lie and say it gets easier cos it dont but the fact we need to talk to our dads ses it all
I still talk to mine in my head maybe but we have a good natter and at nearly 53 he still tells me whats what !!… or what i want to hear
Thoughts are very much with you luv just you take each day one at a time
We will see you soon
With much love
Andrea in Harrogate
Xxxxx
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