Tuesday 31 July 2012

Annie's Garden

No, this isn't my garden, I wish it was. It belongs to Annie's family and is I think the prettiest garden on the lochside.
A  cottage garden full of colour and perfume. 
I don't know the name of this. Can somebody please tell me what it is? The noise coming from it was  deafening. A loud buzzing  noise.
It was covered in bees. There must have been hundreds of them. It reminded me of a buddleia bush, but the flowers were smaller, and it had  perfume that was familiar but I couldn't place.
I was in Annie's garden today because I'd been invited to help myself to some of the fruit
So now we'll have black currant jam, and tomorrow if the birds have left any I may pick some raspberries and red currants.
Thank you for the kind and encouraging comments left on my last post. Several of you remarked on the picture I did. No, I'm not a trained artist.  I did fashion drawing a hundred years ago at college. But  never  really used it. Occasionally I go on a drawing course, but mainly just fiddle about with a pen and  sketchbook, and often don't even do that! I think about drawing though!.  I joined  the Art Centre in Ullapool earlier this year, and was  very excited when a little piece of plywood came through the letterbox with an invitation for me to paint a picture. I really enjoyed painting it and for a day actually felt like a proper Artist!  And I have thought about painting some more - I'll just finish making the jam first!

Sunday 29 July 2012

Filling in the gaps!

The problem with blogging is when you haven't blogged for a while it's difficult to know where to pick it up again!
Nothing and everything has happened in the last month - no wonderful pictures to illustrate that of course! We were down in the south of England recently to celebrate my aunt and uncles 60th Diamond Wedding Anniversary - a very special occasion indeed. Before that we walked with friends to raise money for the Highland Hospice
The south has the good weather now, but up here in the frozen north we have endured one of the driest summers ever

cracks appear in what  normally would be extremely soggy peat bog
rivers can be walked across without getting soggy socks
A boy
and his dog.
The Highland Hospice walk was a long walk - 17 miles we think . Here we are on the homeward straight
We passed one or two desirable residences on the way that could have made a killing selling cream teas!
 We've had a lot of visitors. Oliver came from Denmark with his Mum and Dad.
A Viking he may be - but from time to time it gets chilly without your clothes on
Robin (son) came to visit and helped carry the canoe up the garden
back                                                                        to                                                                         front
A trial run to see if it would fit on the  roof rack of the car for a planned (maybe) river trip in September on the River Spey.
 When Robin wasn't lugging the canoe (and his Dad) up the garden path he went for a walk with his aged parents
We climbed Beinn Alligin. It was brilliant. We didn't complete the circuit, as we left it far too late in the day to get going - my short legs and general faffing I think, are to blame.
but he was very patient (Robin that is - and actually, so was the frog)  and waited while I photographed reptiles
and dragonflies
 and sunsets 
More friends arrived and we went to Handa Island (my favourite Island)
And finally, I've attempted to paint a picture 4'' x 4'' It's tiny. Seen on the left I painted it from the photo I took on the right. An Talla Solais,  a visual art centre in Ullapool is holding an auction in August. All members were invited to take part. A tiny piece of plywood (driftwood) arrived in the post and we were asked to create from it an object or picture that related to the sea. I chose the sea - I'm not very imaginative! 
And that I think brings my life in the highlands up to date, although I've still left stuff out, it's a start and therefore makes it much easier to start next time.
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