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I just thought it would be nice to go for a bit of a scan around from the roof of Auld Shed: it was a lovely evening, I was feeling bouncy & sproingy and in need of a teensy-weensie frisson of excitement.

So up I jamp

Now what, I pondered?

Strangely, when I decided what I would do, fpu’s response was less than favourable!

It wasn’t long before I discovered why. Within a nanosecond of fpu and digicam popping in our back door, Mrs G (ID concealed to avoid litigation) shot out of hers like one of those weather-people (one whose outlook is always overcast and showery) and I careened through the Flapperchancity as if pursued by bears.

Should you want to see my own ‘Thoughts of KC’ just do that mousie-hovery thing over each image.

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It’s been an interesting ‘summer’ in the Museum Courtyard, what with the ongoing weeding, the depredations of the May gale, the miserable damp weather and the Installation by Keiko, which is the best thing to happen so far, because Keiko  likes plants and has shown true respect for all the tiny things growing between the cobbles.

Which is more than can be said for a few brats…

She has even put protective bits of ballast and old roof tile around some that might otherwise have been trampled by careless feet coming to look at her work.

The feet purrobably weren’t doing the looking, it was much more likely the persons attached to same… Clarifications&Corrections R Us.

This sunny box under the wooden walkway suffered least from the wind and the lobelia and nasturtiums went a bit mad. But in a nice way.

These plastic ‘window’ boxes, probably kindly donated, are too small to hold their water and were very badly hit by the storm, just after planting. A bit stunted, but hanging in there. Watered regularly by Coull Deas MBE, fisherman retd age 86. Some kid!

Fishermen’s Association Pittenweem fishbox with rampant nasturtiums. The lobelia, alyssum and pansies got a bit swamped, but the bumblebees, hoverflies and butterflies love nasturtiums and Empress of India trails everywhere in an artistic sort of way.

The fenders, nets, kist, basket, ballast and rope look in keeping, but possibly not the watering can and wheelbarrow!

Just to round things off, here’s a gratuitous photo of Reaper’s sail, hoisted at a recent event in Newburgh, taken from the companionway.

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It has came to my attention that some of my fans are becoming rather too interested in the Marmers side of things: purrhaps I has bin a bit too generous with allowing his purrson to appear in my blog.

I am remedying this purrlous state of affairs forthwith! Time to redress the balance in favour of the handsomer one of us.

That’s me, just in case you felt like asking, “Who?” and risking a wallop around the chops in the purrocess…

There was a sunny day recently. No really, don’t laugh.

So I thought, why not have a quick wash and brush-up and give the Sun something to smile about.

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WordPress is playing silly beggars with me and not letting me arrange my pics as I purrlease. I am slightly irritated, but nothing a small Laphroig won’t put right.

Wait just a cotton-pickin minute, cat’s don’t drink whisky;  it’s almost as if someone is using me as a medium to reach out to the World, but that can’t be right, can it? I feel a bit spooked…

Anyway, above and below this text which may or may not be being brought to you by a very distinguished kitty, are two images of my mate Marmers, sunning himself in the herb gerding this afternoon: it felt like summer, and we flang the doors open wide to let the warm pellucid air into CookieCutterCottage.

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at last!
a pond skater
spring’s sprung!
three glass balls
elin isaksson
traps the light
white hellebores, hoods a-glow
nodding in the shade
“we bring light” they seem to say
sky-blue-sky
smiles brightly down on
sky-blue squill
electric lungwort
aahs over mossy paviors
at purple primmy
tiny buddos bursting out
two montanas a-
shinning up the pergola

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My (brief) Film Career

Well. Even briefer than I thought. This site does not allow ‘this type of file’ to be uploaded ‘for security reasons’ so, unless you are a Facebooker, you may never see my refulgent pulchritudinousness in movie form. Ever. I can only hope you are all (all six of you) strong enough to bear up under such disappointment.

A couple of weeks ago fpu was out at Cambo to see the snødrops and asked camera-savvy daughter of accompanying friends which was the video setting on digicam. Being now au fait as it were (though the editing is more miss than hit due to a lack of intuition) naturally I was the first subject to be committed to fillum. (ed. No you weren’t, that was the strangely beguiling art installations in Cambo outbuildings).

As I was saying before being so rudely interrupted, I was almost the first subject to be committed to fillum, being rudely usurped by a container of rattling snailshells, some clanking hanging bits of pottery and a load of metal pipes with water playing over them. For which aberration I can find no sensible explanation whatsoever, which sentiment I am sure you will endorse to a purrson!! Well you will if you know what’s good for you…

So here are a few Spring pics taken in Rolling Ells last week. Not nearly so enticing I know, but needs must.

Marmers would like you to know that his tail is healing nicely and, where was purreviously a HOLE, is now a tiny red dot, disappearing rather like a slow-mo version of the old telly black spot.

The weather has been very disappointing lately, and the outdoor jumble sale for the Reaper yesterday in Anster resulted in frozen fingers and toes and damp stuff, even with the shelter of the open boatshed doors.

Would it be too much to ask the bloody sun to shine more than three times this month, here on the sunny side of Old Scotia?

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Twenty-one days…twenty-one flipping days! Call this winter? Where’s the green-ness, the dampness, the warmishness?

Coastal Living, coming to a magazine stand near you. Or possibly not.

Fpu is delighted to announce her printer ink  and Christmas cards are in a delivery black hole somewhere in Britain. Check status. Dispatched…Ho! Ho! Ho!

On the plus side, we are on mains gas and so far, nothing has broken down (paws, legs, tails all crossed touch fpu). On the minus side, we have a new cooker arriving tomorrow. Ha! And a Man arriving on Monday to fit it and take away the old knackered one. Ha! again. On the other paw, they are only coming from Standies and Balmullo respectively, so falling into a black hole is slightly less likely. Ish.

Here are some photos of the story so far…

26th November...the beginning

2/12 Day Three of digging out

2/12 Toytown shivers and optimistically puts out its bins

2/12 shoreline

7/12 Go away, I'm hunting!

9/12 watering can

17/12 moonstone pond

17/12 Life under ice

17/12 midday cat ice (aye right)

That’s the sort of cat ice no self-respecting cat would consider setting a paw on. Think I’m daft? Rat ice more like.

Marmers’ Rat Watch was unsuccessful – they just wait until he gives up, then pop out again to sample the fallen birdseed. Wir a’ Jock Tamson’s bairns.

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