Archive for July, 2012


Sunday, July 29th, 2012

Since last time of write, I have been utterly imbrangled with mid-seventeenth-century theologians, hence silence. About twelve years ago, I got involved, somewhat against my better judgment, with an editing project which has got away from everyone, not least, the editors. The essential problems with an editing project which isn’t brought briskly in are, 1) […]

Heather and hedge priests

Thursday, July 26th, 2012

We had a most exciting day. The weather forecast was fair, and we have a guest, with a particular interest in Catholic church history. So we went up to Glenlivet with Miss Dog — stopped at Charlestown for a walk before the animal exploded with excitement (we’d had ‘are we there yet’ for 45 minutes), […]

Practically Abroad

Tuesday, July 24th, 2012

I’ve spent a couple of days in Edinburgh, staying with the Formerly Tropical Godparents. Being men of angelic temper, they were the most terrific hosts even in times of acute domestic exasperation; viz. new cooker hauled up four flights of stone stairs and found to be faulty, etcetera. The plan was to spend a couple […]

So Near and Yet so Far

Saturday, July 21st, 2012

Well, dearies, the Professor nearly had one of his Little Moments. There was a Scottish paintings sale in Edinburgh, which was catalogued, it would seem, by someone particularly clueless. Men’s portraits go much lower than women’s (which is how come we ended up with The Ancestor), and ugly men are something of a drug on […]


Friday, July 20th, 2012

I was just tidying out the Spam box. I don’t know to what extent Spam might be seen as an indication of the zeitgeist, but whereas for years the bulk of Spammy offerings have been pornographic in one way or another (if you include the buying and selling of sugar pills labelled viagra/cialis), with occasional […]

Strange Byways

Thursday, July 19th, 2012

I’m not sure, what with the intermission, that I have written about Miss Dog’s forest. There is a Forest Commission wood by Delgaty, as we have known for twelve years: we had rather lazily assumed that this meant a bleak, regimented of Norway spruce plantation of Norway spruce as far as the eye can see. […]

Wind in the Barley

Monday, July 16th, 2012

It’s generally grey and cold here, and very wet, but the sun does struggle through once in a while. We were coming back from Miss Dog’s forest (where she is walked more days than not) yesterday when the clouds broke as we came over the brow of the hill towards home, producing one of the […]

the smell of summer

Saturday, July 14th, 2012

I’d be the first to admit that northern Aberdeenshire isn’t looking all that summery. But the climatic conditions have produced an absolute foam of elderflower (rather late). The Professor is making cordials, and consequently, all of our largest bowls are full of steeping vegetation, most of it elderflower, though one is mint and lemon. […]

The Wrong Sort of Tick

Saturday, July 14th, 2012

Shortly before my return to the North, the Professor noticed that Miss Dog had picked up a tick, which had lodged itself about an inch and a half above her eye. We tried an application of gin-soaked cotton wool, with minimal cooperation from Miss Dog, and, alas, no cooperation whatsover from the tick. We made […]

Back North

Thursday, July 12th, 2012

I came back to Aberdeen today. As chance would have it, London sprang a beautiful, balmy summer day (the only such in the entire trip). I was, unfortunately, stuck with my Aberdonian rainproof coat for long hours getting to the airport and hanging about, so this was not entirely welcome. The garment will go to […]

Love All

Sunday, July 8th, 2012

We went out at about quarter to three, to visit my mother’s favourite shop, which sells a wholesome yet fantastical range of artists’ materials, children’s toys, candles, and miscellaneous items for the home - you never know quite what you might find. I once bought a five inch long pink eraser shaped like a (very […]

Wet wet wet

Sunday, July 8th, 2012

It’s very odd in London after so much rain. I know that raining on Wimbledon is practically a tradition in itself, but on the whole a London July is warm and dusty; the God Hates Tennis downpours* a sluice of freshness on grass that’s going dry round the edges and parched yellow clay under the […]

Sorry everyone

Friday, July 6th, 2012

Apologies to all old and valued clients for a short intermission due to technical problems. I’m delighted to be back, and we owe the Rogue Semiotician our grateful thanks. Quite a lot has happened since I was last broadcasting from the Deep North and I will now try and remember some of it. We have […]