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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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On Wednesday, Marmers had his toothypegs scaled and polished. His molars had tartar all over them, the durrty sod that he is! As if you’d catch me with mucky teeth! The very idea…

This entailed him being deprived of food from midnight, trapped and incatcerated in his basket at 9am, and transported to Newport  in Purple Sweetie. He tried to evade capture, but fpu is versed in the ways of Marmers and grabbed him by various bits prior to insertion.

He was collected at 4pm with his Paperwork, which mentioned that he might be a bit dozy and wobbly and probably not very hungry. Aye right. This is Marmers we’re talking about. Within moments of being set loose, he was twining himself round fpu’s feet, purring like a big bumbleerie; no sooner was dinner in the bowls than he had his face in his, chomping his Whiskas with gusto; by the time fpu got back from Montrose Folk Club later that night, he had divested himself of his wrist bandage and we had had a jolly good game of fitba with it.

As you can see from his attitudes, he is not a big fan of cat baskets…

 

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A Teenage Cat’s Fanclub

Saturday was a most glorious day in more than one respec’. The sun shone from a clear blue sky rather reminiscent of the Wrong Shade of Blue that briefly pertained to the kitchen at CookieCutterCottage, the air was balmy and a senior member (and I mean that in the nicest possible way) of my and Marmers’ Fanclub arrived at this our place of temporary domicile, bearing gifts.

And what gifts they were! Never before in the annals of FC/KC/Marmers/SC have we been showered with such delicacies. Sheba Gourmet tins, tiny and delicious…and chewy treats which even tempted a nervous Marmers away from his studious Fence Staring to allow himself to be propitiated in a manner seldom seen. Though MadLamb came very close…on both counts…

Tasty Treats from Eek

I of course allowed myself to be skritched, being a fearless feline. In fact, I imagine I overheard the words “Ya Big Sook” at one point, but no…surely not! It was merely natural politeness that lead me to abase myself in a furry purring heap. I adore getting into things and then getting out of things rather in the manner of Eeyore’s burst balloon and the empty Hunny jar, so the basket was a temptation irresistible.

I like to think we Did Our Best in fostering good relations between East and West anyway. What can a cat do, more than that?

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