A MONSTROUS regiment of women invaded the house – the members of the Doyenne’s book club. I did what any other brave man would have done and bundled Inka into the car and ran away.
TOO COMMON a sight at this time of year are the crumpled corpses of cock pheasants lying at the roadsides.
BEING SOLD at Taylors Auctions, Montrose, last Saturday was an unusual item of Scottish domestic history. It was a pine bacon settle and it was only the second one I’ve come across. I could get no information about them from Marion Lochhead’s The Scottish Household in the 18th Century, nor from F. Marion McNeill’s The Scots Kitchen, which suggests they are pretty rare.
ALL MY enthusiastic predictions about spring have turned – I was going to say to ashes – but to snow. Easter is supposed to herald spring – or is it the other way round? There is early spring and late spring, meteorological spring and the astrological one. Frankly, the whole thing is a liturgical nightmare.