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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Tora has developed a definite obsession with watching movies made for cats on Youtube. He demonstrates this by sitting right in front of the monitor (about 2 inches away from it) such that you can’t see the screen to do anything else. Unfortunately for him he has not worked out that with R and my […]
Without a doubt this is the coldest year since we moved to Argyll. Yesterday it was -5 and today it is -6. The view over Beinn Bheula as the sun is coming up is quite spectacular as it slowly turns from white to pink. Particularly nice today as there is a clear half moon hanging […]
Yesterday I made a flaky pastry chicken pie for lunch. The reason it is a blast from the past is that the recipe comes from a cookery book which I won as the “Junior Drama Prize” in 1981 for my starring role as Oblong Fitz-Oblong in the school play. A lot of the recipes are […]
This is my Grandma’s Recipe book. She was born in 1898 so I guess this was created in the 1920s and 1930s. Funny to think you would now just do a quick lookup on the Internet rather than bothering with writing stuff out from clippings. Having said that – I can remember making a similar […]
This is Tora assisting with taking down the tinsel. Afterwards he seemed so exhausted that he was happy to settle down with his brother. Poor Schrodi was on the chair first and then Tora invaded it – this is after they have been fighting off and on for weeks as the weather has been so […]
Thank goodness that the Forestry Commission have posted some notices on the Donich Circular path forbidding the use of motor vehicles. Not only have there been trail bikes seen going up there – but the Dutch army actually took an armoured car up there. They have been told by the FC to repair the path […]
Woke up this morning on R’s birthday to heavy snow. We went out and labouriously cleared the 72m driveway – although I will be surprised if we get any deliveries today. The cats assisted us by running up and down complaining loudly. Here is me in the Lama hat which N and J brought me […]
I made a cake for R and I, one for my parents and a vegan one for my sister-in-law V. Ironically the vegan one looks the best of the three as it has raised the highest. I used the Mary Berry Recipe for all of them – but for the vegan one I substituted butter […]
Don’t know how he does it, but Schrodi has a real instinct to locate himself everywhere he finds brand new clean sheets, particularly if they have also been ironed. Here he is sleeping on the pillow in the spare room which is going to be used over Christmas.
Incredible beautiful at the moment although cold and very slippy. Here are a few photos. R and I cleared the drive twice today.
