The loch shows an infinite variety of faces as the light hits it on different days.
Lucky used to be a stray girl but has now found her new identity as a Donich Lodge boy (the vet discovered he was male when we took “her” to be spayed). He would ask you to respect his new pronouns.
The high mountain pass over the Rest and be Thankful is the main route out of the village. Here it is in winter.
Spring sky over the mountain tops.
Sunset from our front door step.
A misty moon over the mountains as darkness falls.
View over towards the loch from near the summit of Cnoc Coinnich.
A rainbow appears in a clear interval between showers.
Lochgoilhead in the distance on a clear spring morning.
As the year turns, the mountains are white on most days.
Looking across the loch from the village, clouds form a band across the hills.
Tora and Schrodi our snow Bengal brothers used to live here. RIP both of you
A dragonfly pauses for a rest by the side of our pond.
The weather here can be appalling. Here gales and torrential rain have blocked one of the village’s few roads.
The colours on the mountains fade to muted browns as autumn approaches.
The Donich Water in one of its kinder moods as it runs through our garden.
One of a myriad insects pollinating our heather.
A group of wild haggis have made a den down by the river.
Our new Highland Tiger Saphy prowling her territory. She is a demon for the wildlife with her specialized prey item being shrews. She is not adverse to mice, voles or birds however.
This is Amber aka as Bramble. She is big, black, rather podgy and a bit of a scaredy cat. We had her cloned shortly after she arrived.
Although we don’t get much snow at loch level, the higher mountains are covered for five months or so of the year
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However hard I try, there is always much too much food over Christmas, so the leftovers I always try to freeze and then finish up during Jan and Feb. Today was the last gasp of the turkey. I cooked the bones and some leftover meat in the slow cooker and made soup with leeks, onions, […]
R and I are now walking up to the waterfalls every second day (alternating with the Inverlounin loop). Today there were a few beams of sunlight stealing through the murk of the Argyll winter. Someone has removed the boards which were “blocking” (in the loosest possible sense) the bridge over the burn at the top. […]
This was the situation in R’s bedroom the other night. Not a great picture as hurriedly taken on an iPad, but it shows Lucky and Amber on the bed together. It did not last long after we came into the room, and Lucky then retreated into the room J had vacated. Lucky and Amber tolerate […]
When I was a child, regardless of what rather basic meals my Dad (who did the weekday cooking because my Mum was at work) served up during the week, we would always have a really decent Sunday Lunch. This being 1970s/80s it would be a roast dinner with a good pud, normally either a roast […]
I must be perfecting this journey, because J and I made it door to door in 12 hours. I honestly think the train is the best way of doing this journey (best of a bad bunch because all the options are bad). I am going down there one last time to supervise the house clearance […]
J’s parents had lived in the Little Walsingham house for over 70 years. His dad died twelve years ago and his mother died back in April. J himself lived here all his childhood, so this place is stuffed with memories for him. Today the removal men came to take all his antique furniture and china […]
J says Norfolk is not “the south”. R says it is. I am with J on that one. We went out for lunch and then to see his parents’ grave for the last time (for a year or so anyway). We walked back and it was freezing. So sunny south it is not. I actually […]
J and I moved from the house to clearing out the garage today. This would be a monumental task, but luckily we have a house clearance company coming to clear up the residual contents once J has taken what he wants. An old cupboard contained boxes and boxes of ancient magazines (some of which are […]
We gave these to a friend from the village who had helped Chloe a lot and who is a fantastic craftswoman. For some reason there are three separate sewing tables in the house – one Victorian walnut which J took himself, and two others which are 1960s/70s but are stuffed with old things. There are […]
Eventually got here, although I was later than I wanted to be. Because I was so late in setting off I didn’t get to King’s Lynn until 9pm, by which time the last bus had long gone. I hadn’t prebooked a taxi and I didn’t reckon that one of the station rack would take me […]
