Observations from a Hill

Another lovely if slightly cool - at least early on - day here in Fairview Heights, and a largely domestic set of activities have been at the fore: we had a bonfire a day or two ago of the three years or so accumulation of garden cuttings, which amounted to two or three cubic metres of stuff, and which, after the fire had burnt down, left us with a significant quantity of ash to deal with. Six sacks later, we're into  no more than the first quarter of it all, so I guess it will take us another two or three sessions to bag up the rest for disposal. Time was when I would have been able to have gone through the whole lot in a single push, but tempus and stamina fugit concomitantly, so there we are. Also, I've got the next set of shelving up in the studio this afternoon, and so have relieved the workbench of the mountain of stuff that hitherto had no home of its own [pictured]. All good, and as the sun sets over The Heights, I'm going to pour myself another glass of wine and re...

  OK - it's not Sunday - but here is a lazy suppertime post nevertheless: leftover chicken curry and naan: not bad, but not earth-shattering. I was going to plunge back into the morass of politics and economics and the slo-mo train wreck of the Trump's latest fuckwit pronouncements, but I'm tired and can't be arsed and need to rest my brain for a few hours [sub-text; drink more red wine]. However, it has been the most beautiful day here, and it looks set fair for at least a few days more. In this neck of the woods it never pays to exhibit meteorological optimism at any time of the year, but a modicum of solar warmth and a change in the air have lifted my spirits immeasurably from the death-knoll of current affairs. Normal grouchy service will be resumed henceforth. I'm going to veg out now, folks, so nos da 'chi gyd...