I've been tagged!

1. Open your first photo folder
2. Scroll to your 10th photo
3. Post that exact photo with its story

Susan at just a moment lay down the challenge.

And what a challenge! It illustrated perfectly my chaotic filing system! I won't go in to details, but it took a morning of searching, involved Niels, and endless raking through old folders and files.

This is the furthest back I could get. May 20th 2003. The Playtex MoonWalk. The only time I've walked the streets of London wearing just my bra (and one or two other things as well!)

I did the walk with Jo (daughter) and four of her nursing friends - they must have been students at the time.

The three girls in front Heather Bella and Em (hi Em) with Jo (hi Jo) Susie and myself walking along behind.  At this point it was early morning and I think we were coming up through St James' park. We had walked through the night. The walk started and finished in Battersea  park and we walked the full twenty six miles.  At the end I remember we were met by Niels and Peter (Em's dad) with a basket of goodies and hot drinks. They drove us home and we celebrated with a full English breakfast and champagne! It was an amazing event to be a part of and the atmosphere and camaraderie tremendous.

Thank you Susan for the challenge, I really enjoyed doing it and now I'm supposed to pass it on to five other people - only I don't think I can find as many as five! But anyone who reads this and has a blog might enjoy taking it up. A very enjoyable trip down memory lane - and a good way of reorganising  ones filing system!

Keeping the home fires burning

The weather has been glorious. Indescribably beautiful. Iridescent blue sky

  and almost turquoise at times vivid blue sea with a back drop of snow white capped mountains. There can be no doubt that the light lightens the load.

 and talking of light and loads!
The wood burner requires feeding! There is a large log pile of felled mainly thin trees in the garden. Niel's job is to carry

to saw

and to chop.
 I tried hard to get the moment of impact as the chopper made contact with the wood. It should have been a wood splintering moment - but Niels grew tired of chopping and wondered how many retakes needed  before he got a back ache and I got the perfect shot!
As it is, on closer inspection, it's possible to see two and a bit bits of wood hanging in the air!

My job is to arrange the kindling tastefully in the basket!

and take pictures! But to be fair to me I do clean the grate and make the fire up and light it and scrabble about in the garden gathering sticks - and tidy up after Niels!

Over the hill

Jo, our daughter, came up from London for a few days to get away from it all.

So we took her away from it all, and went over the hills at the back of our house to Dundonnell. The hills aren't especially high, no more than 400 to 500 metres but climbing up from sea level gives good exercise and a reminder that we I need to be leaner, fitter and meaner (or something like that!)

We quickly left Clachan behind with its church, manse (vicarage) and farm house spread out like a little toy town below.

up we went......and then over.....and across and back again

The yellow marks the official track, while the red shows the alternative less hurried route, which was the way we chose but not necessarily by choice!

but certainly the more scenic route with tumbled down dwellings 

and February colours that didn't disappoint

eventually, after much coming and going we reached the snow line and thought if we turned right left at the top we'd meet the official track...again

We're agreed. We're on the top and back on track....almost

and how different the world is up here and what a privilege it feels to be in it

It's silent. No sound. No running water,
no bird song no breeze. Just silence and it's deafening

 On we plod across a vast icy, and eerily silent, landscape

Until eventually we start down on the other side.

Life returns, there are sounds of birds and running water

crashing and thundering water. I need a tripod I can't always find

a convenient fence post or rock to lean the camera on!
Niels says that's more for him to carry and it will be midnight by the time I've set it up - but I think he knows he's lost the argument!

Trees that have stood since the beginning of time

 apart from this one that's fallen over

and covered from head to foot in out of focus lichen!

The Dundonnell estate and the end of our walk.

Sunset

Driving out of Inverness on Wednesday evening there was a beautiful sunset. Unfortunately the best view was from Kessock Bridge where it was impossible to stop.

and by the time we could there were too many trees - gggrrrhh!

Yes, I know, you can't have too many trees - just misplaced ones!

The light is back!

Today we walked up our lane, the sun shone and put the colour back that has been missing for the last two weeks. Just the tiniest hint that winter is, maybe, giving in and while not entirely  giving over to spring, nevertheless, there is the merest suggestion that the next season is lurking, not too far away.

Yesterday the weather all but fell into the loch and while still beautiful,  I just so wanted and longed for some ordinary common or garden sunshine to lift the weariness that can be winter.

Today, blue sky, blue loch

  Red phone box. Does the breeze block mean it's engaged?

The melted snow hurries off the hillside before winter changes its mind

and we hurried home to Delia's Chicken Basque - she'd left before we got there!  Please note the clean tea towel, ironed last week whilst watching the tennis.

and on a footnote. How I love Anemones. They don't have the wafer thin, tissue papery feel of poppies but are somehow reminiscent, and seeing them squashed in the flower bucket in Tescos I couldn't resist.