I love the street we live in. It doesn't have a name like most other streets. It's just single track, hugging the steep sides of the loch. Small hamlets sit at its edges and at this time of year, when the sun shines, it sings with colour. We should walk a little every day, but sometimes we don't. This morning after a brief flurry of snow we trotted along our street soaking up the sun and the colours and the views. Some houses are very bright. One has the brightest red roof I've ever seen, another, in the process of being built, resembles a bus shelter. There is a variety here that I like. For the most part houses are traditional in build with white walls and slate or corrugated roofs. From across the loch Ben Dearg this morning is covered in snow, much more than when we were up there a week or two ago. My little lettuces are not happy with the cold. I've let them stay in the shed to shelter from the drop in temperature at night. The rhubarb though is hardy and happily carries on doing its rhubarb thing.
