Up here on Sunnyside, it has truly lived up to its name. Not often I have to say, can this really be said, but today has been one of those days when you can look out over the hills and see forever. Today, I am suffereing acutely after creating what I hope is going to be a bit of a herbaceous border. Yesterday, sun shining, hens and gang of four out in the paddock enjoying a bit of a sun bathe, I set too.
Once I've got the bit between my teeth, nothing short of an earth quake will stop me. And now, today, I am of course crippled with a back from hell, having broken the cultivator which I have only used once before. It was meant to be the cultivator which was going last......Lovely long handle, so no bending and points on those prongs that would make you wince. It did the job. I removed clumps of weeds, stones, tree roots and then the head came off.
Now I do still have the old one, nail through the handle, but this one was so smart and new.......... smart and new no longer though. It's either going to have to be superglue or a nail. The trail of destruction didn't end there, however. Today, no prompting needed, before breakfast even, I broke the kitchen radio, merely by trying to turn it on. I have come to the conclusion I might just be a little heavy on things, or things are just not made to last the way they were.
The last time I went to the dentist, he mentioned that perhaps I should ease off on the cleaning. I was being "a bit too vigorous" with the toothbrush....In effect ripping the gums from my teeth. I really don't know my own strength. Well, today, of course I am only too aware of my own strength which is zero as I hobble around, heat pack strapped to my back. Maybe I'll just get out that picnic blanket, sit in the sun and soak it up. Absolutely safe, nothing to fall off and nothing to break. I might even make a plan of action for tomorrow, which will either involve moving a mountain of hay or sorting out a ton of mohair.................Bring it on. There's still one or two more tools left in the shed that aren't broken yet.
Wednesday, 2 May 2007
Sunday, 29 April 2007
Zippyrella
Well Hi...............and great to see everything's working. I'm just back from a few days hols which we spent in our recently acquired, new to us, campervan, which shall be referred to in all other posts as Zippyrella. We missed our Babe, that was our previous van, so much that given enough temptation, we gave in, and brought Zippyrella home to her new place the country. She is actually a Lancashire lass and had never been up to our neck of the woods, Aberdeenshire, before she found herself installed unaccustomedly in a very muddy drive right next to the well. She has settled in well and does not even blink twice now at the band of four (cockerels) as they stride past her looking as if they own the place.
Ever since we bought out very first car, a Renault six, which was frequently pushed up and down the road to get it started, we have given our cars a name. The Renault was of course Andre, our last car, the Volvo; more commonly known as Victor, broke our hearts when, having sat, broken down and dejected in the drive for about a year, because we couldn't bear to part with him, finally had to be towed off to the scrappie by Babe. This was actually because he had grown an all-enveloping skin of green mould on his upholstery to add to his clapped-outness. The scappie only took him due to the relatuively good state of Victor's tyres. So, when Babe could no longer make it up our track, two young mechanics took her off our hands and were off round Europe. A more fitting end for a complete babe.
So Zippyrella steps into the long line of vehicles and has-beens, and we love her already. Unflinching she took us up some of the steepest roads on the West Coast, on up to the very north coast to Durness and back home to Sunnyside. The scenery was astounding, the weather hit a high of 11C enough to strip off at a lochside and paddle, but not risk a heart attack by swimming. Babe would have loved this trip, but fickle as we are we now have Zippy.
Ever since we bought out very first car, a Renault six, which was frequently pushed up and down the road to get it started, we have given our cars a name. The Renault was of course Andre, our last car, the Volvo; more commonly known as Victor, broke our hearts when, having sat, broken down and dejected in the drive for about a year, because we couldn't bear to part with him, finally had to be towed off to the scrappie by Babe. This was actually because he had grown an all-enveloping skin of green mould on his upholstery to add to his clapped-outness. The scappie only took him due to the relatuively good state of Victor's tyres. So, when Babe could no longer make it up our track, two young mechanics took her off our hands and were off round Europe. A more fitting end for a complete babe.
So Zippyrella steps into the long line of vehicles and has-beens, and we love her already. Unflinching she took us up some of the steepest roads on the West Coast, on up to the very north coast to Durness and back home to Sunnyside. The scenery was astounding, the weather hit a high of 11C enough to strip off at a lochside and paddle, but not risk a heart attack by swimming. Babe would have loved this trip, but fickle as we are we now have Zippy.
Friday, 20 April 2007
Calling PurpleCoo
Atlast, I think I've done it. This Blog will maybe work.......Hope to see you all soon
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