Archive for December, 2006

Beyond the Fields We Know

Monday, December 25th, 2006

Happy Christmas, everybody. We hope you had a nice day, in your several ways. Hereabouts, after a certain amount of religion, followed by a lateish and somewhat improvised lunch, ourselves — me and the Professor, the Real World Consultant and the Nottingham Correspondent, Miss Best Friend and Miss Kit — went […]

a-scrumping we will go

Sunday, December 24th, 2006

We have had a very strange day. Our neighbour the Laird of Towie rang up a little while ago, to say, ‘You know that vegetable garden at F— Castle? They just leave the produce to rot in the ground. It’s a bloody disgrace. We’re going to steal some. You coming?’ What can one […]

Moonwatchers

Saturday, December 23rd, 2006

We were out over the hills in the general direction of Inverurie this afternoon, as the light was starting to go. It was beautiful almost beyond description: a gentle landscape of folding hills, grey-green in the last of the light; stands of leafless trees black lace against the clear, almost cloudless sky. The sky […]

People

Thursday, December 21st, 2006

I have spent three days in London working through papers connected with Edward Burra which the Lefevre Gallery put at my disposal — an interesting experience in all sorts of ways. A whole lot of material had washed up there by way of his friend Billy Chappell, including a box file full of photographs. They […]

Bah humbug

Saturday, December 16th, 2006

Ed had quite a lot to say about the traditional Christmas experience — so here are some moments, to amuse anyone who is feeling ever so slightly worn. ‘A tin of wienies & some french ginger & chips would be my ideal Christmas dinner… This house has become a firetrap owing to about 1000 […]

Midwinter spring

Thursday, December 14th, 2006

Due in part to Miss Best Friend, mumping outside the door (she has a sort of upper-servant set of shibboleths, most acutely, — ‘in properly run households the Master is never in bed after 8.30′ … when impatience to start the day gets too much for her, she sits on the landing making a […]

Strangely appropriate

Wednesday, December 13th, 2006

A world-class contender, I feel, for the ‘man with the right name for the job’: the director of the HIV/Aids department of the World Health Organization is Dr Kevin De Cock. What can one say.

Enough, already

Tuesday, December 12th, 2006

I have said goodbye, with I trust adequately concealed relief, to two absolutely ghastly seminar groups. I think their brains have been full since about week 5. These are groups, that is to say, where I can put up entirely new material on the wall via powerpoint, and half of them do not even look […]

Finishing Tape

Sunday, December 10th, 2006

The dominant thought in the household’s collective mind is, ‘End of Week Eleven’. One more week, and that’s it. I ended up forgetting to go to a jolly good party last week because, by the time I had finished teaching at 6, I trudged off to the bus thinking about the following day’s work, totally […]

Hope

Monday, December 4th, 2006

We were planting bulbs this weekend. With the usual imprecations: ‘O God, why did we order so many bulbs?’, etc. etc. But I had a definite plan: the bank along the side of the lake is white with snowdrops in the spring, while the bank along the side of the driveway (the […]