Posts Tagged ‘Anstruther’

It has been brought to our attention (mine and Marmers’) that our Antipodean pal, Roy, has been asking of our whereabouts over on MadLamb’s blog (that’s what it’s called, but we all know it is Mistpurr Spock’s blog really) so I thought it would be nice to update him on our doings and goings and comings as it were.

Having moved here to our new Wee Hoose, Lintrollersquoy, over on the sunny Firth of Forth in February 2012, we are purrty much settled in, though not really chuffed with all the upheavals re knocking down of walls, blocking in of doors, hoicking out of chimney breasts, building of sheddage and as for the garret…don’t GET ME STARTED!!!

The one bit of jinery of which we both appurrove is of course what Spock would call the ‘flappery’ in the back door, but the wild disruption of New Kitchen was almost a pawprint too far for cats of a nervously genteel disposition I can tell you!

This and the following photographs will be old hat to our Facebook Friends, but this is just for Roy…











I rest from strenuous sundry choppings, pokings and polishing the hearthstone



a warming New Year image for downunder


an extremely tasteful repurresentation of moi


St Andrews Day at the Scottish Fisheries Museum, Anstruther


Posing elegantly in front of Wee Stove: we have since moved all the logs and briquettes away from the stove on the advice of Lynn who sold it to us.

What lucky we posted this photo on Facebook or there may have been an unintentional conflagration and a short-lived residency in Lintrollersquoy.

Happy New Year to our Chum in a Land Downunder!


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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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Ainster’s Lifeboat Gala was a very jolly day out – and also a lucky one. The weather was purrfect and conducive to dilly-dallying, buying stuff and eating stuff. (The following day it p***ed down unrelentingly).

Mpu bought a book, Square-Riggers The Final Epoch by Alex A Hurst. Fpu bought a blue handknitted matinee jacket with choo-choo buttons. They both ate kippers in rolls, which was a first. Folowed by a couple of Mister Whippy cones, one with raspberry sauce and the other with chocolate.

There was a display of magnificent Honda Goldwings on the prom, but the light was in the wrong direction and not even the mad tweakings of iPhoto could make them viewable. However the above pic illustrates the average age of the owners… Fpu admired the acreage of black leather. And I don’t want to know why.

The jazz band, as might be expected, was of an even more venerable vintage and was fine, apart from the sax which sounded like it needed a rebore.

Fpu won a can of Coke on the bottle stall. Sharing it with mpu meant lessening the grossness of the sugar attack, which is alleged to be 6-8 tsps per can. Shudder. I don’t eat sugar. Its bad for my pearly white fangs…

Some bipeds, who’s pearly-whites are rather less-than are going to sign on with a fang farrier tomorrow. Cats don’t require such unwonted attentions *smug mode*.

Fpu won a picture in a raffle at an amateur art exhibition up the road. The nice lady who phoned said it was a bird on a feather. It turned out to not be a bird perched on a feather, but a bird painted on a feather.

I leave you with that thought…

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