with my lovely wife —
Author Archives: Don
Aldi Greenhouse —
Well worth the fifty quid it cost two years ago —
Going into it’s third summer it continues to give good service although the door zips have given way this year.
To be fair – when we put it’s approx 250 component parts together my thoughts were – ‘I’ll give it six months’ 🤠
Azaleas Doing Well —
The three azaleas I bought for our previous home on the Isle of Luing and planted in half-barrels where they did ok but nothing spectacular – exposed as they were to regular gales off the Atlantic – are now enjoying life transplanted direct into the soil in the shelter of our boundary hedge here in Comrie —-
Life on the Edge
The story started back in April when Helen imagined her tree living on the edge of a cliff and painted her picture —
Then last Sunday we found ourselves parked with the Yeti on the roadside in Braes of Foss territory opposite Schiehallion —
My total of Brownie Points earned so far this year has just gone off the scale 😔
One Tree Hill —
There are times that I’m quite relieved that I don’t know what’s going on in my wife’s head —
Heading for Schiehallion and Loch Rannoch —
Shiehallion is easy enough to reach as it’s possible to see it’s Benachie Bap silhouette from many miles away —
Not so easy when it comes to Kinloch Rannoch Station I’m afraid and even wishful thinking didn’t bring it into view away to the west- we will do that one another day —
No worries for we had found a lovely spot for a picnic on the south shore only a few miles in –
I rode my bike up the front of that one too – all 1083mts of her —
The Pointing Finger —
It has been like that since I was eight or nine years old when I rashly climbed on my dad’s workbench and managed to knock his favourite crosscut saw off from it’s precarious position hanging from a couple of pegs on the wall.
Well my dad not only had the sharpest saw in the country as he would spend hours sharpening it – but he also had the quickest temper in the country and everything I did as a youngster appeared to annoy him!
Down came the big crosscut saw off the pegs – teeth first – as I stupidly tried to catch it as it hit the bench – the teeth cut deeply into the palm of my hand! Rather than risk another hiding I just wrapped my bloody hand in a hankie – wiped up the blood and said nothing. If my mother knew – she said nothing.
It was to be a few years later that I found that the sharp crosscut had cut through the tendon of my right-hand index finger – hence the Friday night pointy finger 🙄
Having got that boring story out of the way – tomorrow I will try to put a post together around our trip to Kinloch Rannoch on Saturday and that might explain why the pointy finger got up Helen’s nose – again 😄
Clunie and Loch Tummel Hydro Schemes —
The top line of the story reads – Honouring the men who brought power to rural Perthshire —
The Arch is a section of tunnel lining as used underground to pipe the dam waters to and from the turbines —
givitsum-from-a-distance 