It’s been a mostly beach day today.
After a fat bastard breakfast which included a slice of the most delicious haggis, we had a tootle around an art gallery at Logie Steading before settling down over looking the Moray Firth
An Evening In The Community
A strange , hypnotic shuffling Mexican dance troupe LostheUltramar took over the community this evening .
Drank beer and followed their odd Latino rhythms until it finally started to rain
Scandi Noir
As it turned out it was fortunate that we were delayed last night.
Only twenty of us caught the shuttle up to Inverness so over a nice coffee and “ just one biscuit” we all found ourselves looking at the clouds in a strange , almost ethereal twilight where the clouds heaved up and down like a vast dark ocean above a sky of blue and pink and orange.
It was simply….stunning,
I can’t describe just how beautiful it was, I really can’t.
Anyhow, Ruth is part of the famous Findhorn Community (https://www.findhorn.org/) here
And is spending her time gardening in the allotments and poly tunnels as she heals after the death of her mother. She knows the foundation and many of the community well and lives a simple life in a 1970s Scandinavian-sequel caravan deep in the woods, not far from the sea.
The place is silent save for the roar of the wind.
We are going to some sort of dance festival this afternoon and soon I will help Ruth check the poly tunnels and greenhouses before we have breakfast in the cafe and a walk down to the sea.
Airport
A nice day to be off to the airport
I’ll add to the blog later
It's later...6pm to be exact
My flight has been delayed until just before 10pm. Terminal three is crowded but buzzing
and I'm finding it all more exciting than not
Ask me again in 4 hours time and I may of changed my mind
I'm people watching and listening and I'm spoilt for choice
Ps blogger help has been very useful re identity of recent troll activity
Just saying
Date Night
I’ve just had a date.
It ended with a snog which was nice
A bloody good snog by my front door, underneath the blackbird nests.
When we parted he cupped my cheek with his hand for a moment
The first time anyone had done that in a long long time
A gentle but serious gesture
And it moved me greatly.
Top Gun 2 Lumbago and flatulence
Miles Teller and his acting moustache
Last night , I met up with my sisters, brother in law, nephew, great nephew and sister in law for a trip to the cinema.
Everyone is banging on about TopGun 2 so we all thought we’d go
I never wanted to see Top Gun way back in 1986, so I wasn’t bothered to sit through a 2 hour rehash of American Jingoism with veiled homoerotic moments and slow motioned long looks into middle distance.
But I went
Some of it was exciting enough, I must admit.
I did like Goose’s son ( Miles Teller)’subplot with Maverick ( Ton Cruise at 60) he was nicknamed Rooster and their father and son bonding at the end was suitably moving.
Sad not to see Kelly McGillis not reprising her love interest role from the first movie…..unfortunately for Hollywood she looks every inch her 64 years ( how dare she?) and would never have been given screen time….
Anyhow it was Glossy rubbish and
It was nice to see the family . I joked with my sister in law, as we were leaving that we all should have our own nicknames like the characters in the film….
“ What would they be “ she quipped “ Rheumatism, limper, Lumbago and flatulence “,
Guess who was flatulence?
Bonnie ……
I’ve booked to fly to the Highlands of Scotland on Friday.
I’ve got cheap ( and hopefully working ) tickets to Inverness
I’m catching up with my hospice friend Ruth , who has gone to the Highlands in order to heal after the death of her mother. She has returned to a sort of commune community who share farming allotments and poly tunnel food and produce.
I am welcome to join her in her lovely forest hidden caravan if I help out with work
A duck to water , I thought.
Yesterday a rather lovely troll suggested that my itchy feet was infact a nail in my marriage’s coffin which seemed a bizarre suggestion for sure.
I think my steadiness was a factor if the truth be known .
Steadiness can be boring, I understand that
Steady and strong for some…..boring for others
So when I get my itchy feet from now on
I intend to scratch them both .
And so it’s Scotland next week then Rome. In August it’s Ireland and London and in September it’s Barcelona and London again .I’ve also got Berlin to fit in with my friend Jane before winter too …..
Christmas I’m thinking of doing something different too……
Next week I have the interview for my counselling course and in three weeks I go part time….
I feel like a mole sat in front of an open fridge door…..At midnight
I’m blinking hard
Honeysuckle Around the Door.
Albert has sat in the front living room window with his head cocked to the right for most of the morning
From time to time his teeth chatter
It’s a cat’s way of expressing excitement
Secreted inside the honeysuckle which has cascaded over the front door sit two female blackbirds. One on eggs the other on chicks. In another nest higher up is a sparrow mother and deeper in the cover lies another nest but I haven’t seen it’s occupants as yet although the path outside is covered in bird droppings.
Four avian families in one place .
I’m thrilled
Its like Rear Window with birds.
In the brief sun that caught the front of the cottage around nine, the air was filled with the sound of hundreds of honeybees visiting the scented flower heads, their buzzing, even louder than Albert’s purring as he splashed drool on the back of the Trendy blue sofa.
Today I’m going to decide if I’m going away for a few days .I’ll probably go on Thursday as my sister has invited me to see Top Gun tomorrow and it’s Choir today. I’m open to any experience as long as it’s away.
I need to be away , if that makes sense
I need not to be here
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