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Exhaustion is settin’ in…my wee paws are tippy-tappied into calluses with all this bloggin’. I think I may be suffering from blogghorrea. If there is a cure, someone tell me quick, or it may be a one-way ticket to Liff for KC!

So, anyway…let me take you down/’cause I’m going to/Falkland in Fife/everything’s real and nothing to get hung about/Falkland in Fife forever…

Scotland’s Garden Scheme – Open Gardens is hastening towards the end of its year, and a jolly good one it has been too, though we had to miss Crail in July because of a Very Special Occasion, involving royal blue silk, red envelopes and cupcakes. Only one or two to go…

Last weekend was Falkland’s turn to open its garden gates for charity  and we managed to visit 10/11 before flagging in the heat.

Nobly avoiding the temptations of the Bruce’s beer garden…

This is how Open Gardens welcome in the visitors (and stop people getting lost) – you get a map too, but don’t for heaven’s sake, let fpu loose with a map. Round, like a circle in a spiral/Like a wheel within a wheel/Never ending or beginning. You get the picture. Mpu gets the map.

My favourite three coincidentally involved resident cats, two happy and one in a bit of a huff, “because people have been bringing dogs into her garden” and quite right too. I know how that feels! Poor Poppy…

This is she and that’s her garden…

Steeply terraced, Poppy’s garden has everything, from a hammock, to a Shady Grove, to a Mediterranean sit-ootery, cleverly made from a ruined cottage.

Then there was Ginger’s garden (I’m awfully sorry that no-one thought to ask Ginger’s name, as usual, I blame the Staff)…there’s ‘Ginger’ posing like a pro…

and this is his (or pussibly, her, though you know what they say about ginger kitties and look at my mate Marmers) outdoor residence…

It’s not real you know. They don’t usually wear shades…

You can see why Ginger was so relaxed – nae Dugs Aloud:-)

Purrobably the most favourite was B&W Kitty’s happy home, as it was so colourful, varied and made such good use of every available nook and cranny. It also supplied endless entertainment for a feline, as you will see…

Henaria Callas gien it laldy

Dinner-dipper, admirably placed to allow cataccess.

Is it edible? Can I muster the henergy to give it a nibble?

Nah, cannie be ersed, I’ll just do ubercute instead.

I may have conflated a couple of gardens in the interests of artistic licence, but never let the truth get in the way of a good story line, I say.

There was a visit to Wormistoune House earlier in the summer, but it missed the bloggin’ boat, so here’s a Slide Show. It may be a bit repetitious in places as I got scunnered with the down/uploading and editing thingie after several eons. Just regard it as moving wallpaper. I know I do…

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That Jeelie, she’s just moitherin‘ me to put her Pride&Joy into my blog again, and it a mere dug too! Well, don’t say I’m not good to you is all. Bloody dugs comin’ in here and takin’ up purrecious space…mutter, mutter, mutt…

So anyway, there he goes, off into Butterfly Heaven, trot-trot-trot, through the Meadowsweet, without a care in the world…

But not for long, because he wants to know what the rest of us are doing (well to be strickly honest like I always am, I wasn’t actually there, but they told me all about it afterwards, like)

“Well come on then,” sez he, “Let’s get a move on – things to see, smells to smell and so on…”

So they did. And so did he…

Sometimes he was just a blur…unless you’d rather blame Her-in-Charge of Catcam, but I wouldn’t if I were you…

Now, me’n’Marmers really really get this bit. This is Interestin’ Smells of Somethin’ or Other. It might be a Woozle…

Then again, it might just be a dug’s mammy and nuncle…

Me’n’Marmers had to stifle a bit of a snortygiggle at this one…poor poor Paddy, hobbled by Sticky Willie! (Paddy’s mammy would like you to know that white bit in the middle is a front paw and not one of those distant memories that some of us have…it’d be quite impurrressive if it was:-)

Freed from bondage, Paddy trots off towards the light and more butterfly clouds…

That without which a walk is but a poor poor thing indeed…

Back in CookieCutterCott and inexplicably attached to mpu’s slippered foot. We purrefer laps ourselves, but it is a dug after all….

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It may be that there are hordes of fans out there just awaiting a Pond Update with bated breath. But just in case there aren’t, here’s something completely different.

Before we sank into a north-wind/volcano induced state of semi-freddo huddled-around-the-humming-radiator-ness, I sent the parental units off for a prowl around Cambo Gardens, not far from Crail. There was a teeny bit of disappointment over a visit to Cluny Gardens in Perthshire in April, the plan being it was The Right Time of Year to see Trilliums, Hellebores and Azaleas in full bloom: unfortunately the stress of a hard winter was not taken into account, and all but the ever-obliging and long-flowering Hellebores were snoozing deeply, unconvinced it was Spring. Well I’m with them on that one! Snooze is about the best thing a kitty could do as the temperature struggles up to 8º max.

Luckily there were a few Trilliums out at Cambo and it was almost time for their Tulip Festival, so that was worth a look…but deary me, it really isn’t Growing Weather just now. I feel myself shrinking into my fur coat as I type. (Can’t say the same for Marmers, whose shadow does not grow less!)

On the Pond Front, the water has cleared, the plants are surviving, we have around 7 Accidental Tadpoles and there are sundry beetles, boatmen, skaters and wiggly-wriggly microscopic scarlet wormy things to peer at.

I am proud to report that I have mastered the Wilderness Catflap and can now enter and exit Rolling Ells with dignity and decorum. My (much) heavier Marmalade Chum still scrambles undignifiedly over the fence, which is quite amusing if you like that sort of thing.

G next door gave us some surplus hanging basket plants, so, after a swift trip to Cupar Garden Centre (excellent homebakes) and the bending of plastic, we now have our First Ever Hanging Basket.

I’m almost excited…

Cambo photos.

Brrrrrrrrrr…I’m away to snuggle up to a roaring radiator.

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If you go down to the woods today you’re bound to get a surprise… So the ditty goes. There I was, prowling along on paddypaws, stopping to sniff the flowers…only a rose…admiring the sunny butterflies sooking up the nectar and plumping up their wings…

peacock butterfly on hebe…gazing up at the mountainly magnificence that is Largo Law (290mtrs) in a “Gosh that’s big” sort of way…

Largo Law…pondering on whether a small stripey cat might silently slink into the ripening crop without anyone noticing…

across the fields of gold…and deciding that purrhaps one might get lost, or even Meet Something Nasty like a heffalump or a woodshed like Auntie Ada, so best not risk it…

burial place of R Crusoe's parents…getting a decided Crick in the Neck looking up at the spire of this church and thinking, “R Crusoe’s mammy and daddy are buried in that graveyard,” like you do if you’re an educated pussy…

…just minding my own business, humming a little hum, swishin’ ma tail and blinking in the dappled shade…

a woodland path, what could be nicer?…taking a quick snap of mpu with catcam as he contemplates the Wonders of Nature…

WHEN

the Big Effin' Woodmonster“Help help a Hoffasaur! A Dinolump! A Heffarex! A Tyrannoflump! A…a…a…a…

Oh.”

I felt a bit Silly. Luckily he didn’t mind. So we all strolled home and that was that. Just another Countryside Walk. Nothing to get hung about…

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