The PONette and Angus set out on our early morning walk. Despite the early hour we meet - 1) a young village mother with a teething seven month old boy strapped to her back. She hasn't had a wink of sleep since the wee hours and is hoping the fresh air will get him to nod off. It seems, temporarily, to have worked - 2) the secretary of the local council who is collecting kelp for her raspberry patch and pushing a wheelbarrow and - 3) the lecturer in ancient history at the university who has discovered a pre-Christian burial site in the field where the skuas congregate. 'Lots of bones but no treasure' she tells me in a tone of voice that combines enthusiasm with a half warning that I shouldn't go nosing around until everything has been documented.
Town busy. Another sunny morning. Despite the low temperatures people are sitting outside enjoying what little warmth there is before the long winter darkness arrives. This sort of behaviour did not exist in the Scotland of my youth. Angus orders an espresso which is so strong it's border line undrinkable. Sophie is brought a bowl of water. A croissant is considered but rejected on the basis that it's a white batch loaf masquerading as something fancier. It screams false pretences. Sophie gets half a digestive biscuit from the young man behind the till who also calls her ' My beauty '.
In the fancy art gallery a fine ceramic hare. I usually don't get ceramic animals but this one has the face just right. Would 'The Font' like a ceramic hare for Christmas I wonder ? There again having been through the process of downsizing why start adding again ?
The whole of the UK now in a strange place with another three full days to go before the state funeral. 'The queue' the lead story on this mornings radio news. The village hall will be opened on Monday so that all the residents can congregate together to watch the funeral on a 'wide screen ' television. On the invitation the words ' wide screen television ' are in bold. This suggests some technical wizardry but I fear it refers to the local potato farmers Samsung 60" entertainment system set up on a table in front of the stage.
'The Font' saw this. Angus was looking for wine in the garage and missed it : https://www.scotsman.com/news/weather/huge-meteor-seen-in-scotland-crashed-with-a-bang-what-was-it-where-did-it-land-is-it-a-meteor-or-space-junk-3844162
Yes to the hare - it's magnificent. Enjoy all the sunshine.
Rather the hare than the Mona Lisa on the wall behind.
Nobby would like Sophie to know that, here in Torridon this week he too has discovered the delights of seaweed. His owner is relieved that his delicacy du jour is no longer sheep poo...
Once a collector, always a collector, eh Angus?
I just happened to be glancing out the window at the moment that shooting star flew by! It was reaching toward the end of its travel, I suspect, as nowhere near as flarey as some photos have shown. It has also been established that it was definitely a meteorite and not space junk. YAM xx
Half a digestive biscuit sounds a great improvement to the croissant on offer. Still no offer of a Jaffa cake?
I like the hare and could find a place for it in the garden, but perhaps it's not 'The Font's' style? It's as well to remember that you are still trying to minimalise, and it might be something else to "lose" next time you move house.
That is a handsome bunny! Enjoy the sunshine,
I did wonder if the Font of all things starry had news of this cosmic disturbance. I suspect a photo of the bunny will suffice, along with the endearment of ‘I thought of you when I saw this.
Pam - keeper of wee scotties
I adore the ceramic hare. It will be an excellent momento of a move well done. All your earlier down-sizing has provided you with the space for it.
The hare is saying me, me, me. I for one love having ceramic or wood or other inanimate critters peeking out from corners around the house.
Miss Sophie does not appear to miss France Profounde one bit!!
I like the hare and can imagine Sophie pictured sitting beside it.
Where would one put such a statement piece as that magnificent hare? Mind you, it could provide Christmas present opportunities for a couple of years as it was joined by maybe a stag or a fox. Now there's an idea!
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