Weather hereabouts, as I have indicated, is bright sun punctuated by drenching showers. Hence the carriage-sweep looks as if it belongs to a deserted mansion in the Co. Offaly. However, in the patches of brilliant sun, the Rough Cats have taken to lying about, luxuriously sprawled, on the gravel outside the kitchen window. This […]
The weather continues peculiar, usually sunny in the forenoon, turning to spiteful rain and often enough, to thunder. Cats being sensitive to atmospheric pressure, this has perturbed Miss Kit considerably. I had to be out the other day, leaving her with the Northern Professor, and she responded with a day of historic, nay heroic, badness […]
My ex gamekeeper turned up (he is on leave) and in the course of general wittering, spinning off from the fact that he will be guarding Edinburgh Castle in all his glory in the not too distant future, revealed that the thing which really sorts out the men from the boys in the French Foreign […]
It is rather a long time since the last post. This is because I have been in London, working in the British Library from morning to night. I read, of course, lots of interesting things, but the blog isn’t really the place to discuss them. I returned each evening to the surburban pastoral […]
The last of our wave of guests left this morning. There has been summer-night dinner on the lawn, with the dining table taken outside and Chinese lanterns hung in the trees, which is a thing almost unheard of at these latitudes, tea on the lawn with scones and cream and small children charging about, and […]
We have a fairly special dinner tomorrow night; the first feet of a procession of guests over the coming week. We were thinking about wine, that it was the sort of occasion where we get a nice bottle or two out of the cellar rather than the usual rough & ready rioja. ‘Have we still […]