SOME AFTERNOONS demand a good walk in the country. So we – the dogs and I, that is – bundled ourselves into the car and took ourselves off to the Rocks of Solitude.
ANOTHER CATALOGUE zoomed through the letterbox, unsolicited, but full of exclusive offers to tempt my weaker self. This one was mostly full of outdoor and countryside items which made it just a little more acceptable, but I still haven't given in to temptation.
FIRST SNOWDROP of the season goes to a neighbour who tells me her first flower appeared on Christmas Day. I had a look round our own garden but not a sign of one, although one crocus (I think, I'm not very clever on bulbs) has poked its green nose through, and there are couple of cheery yellow primulas providing a wee flash of colour.
LAST SATURDAY, the first of the New Year, the Doyenne and I took the dogs off down the bank of the River North Esk to where the river finally meets with the sea. We'd just entertained son Robert, his wife Katie and their lively young family to a quick and rowdy lunch. It was time for some peace!
HAVING TIME during the holiday period to see more and hear more, creates its own dilemma; there's so much more to write about.