10th
August 2017 (Thursday)
.... It’s ‘bright and sunny’ with a
brisk Northwest breeze and quite chilly ....
its nearing the temperature when I’ll need gloves when out on the bike
early.... but a nice morning for doing things. ‘Doing
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| My trusty bike moored up to a bale. |
things’ reminds me; I was sitting on The Bosses seat dreaming,
when I noticed a lady doing some exercises;
she must be the most supple person I have ever seen; some of the exercises were incredible. I came to the conclusion she had to be
either a gymnast or a dancer. Beginning
to feel old I abandoned the Boss’s Seat, (and the lady) to have a look at what
was happening on the Firth ... and saw, what I assume was an immature dolphin
jumping...., but there was only one, and dolphins don’t travel alone. It was jumping vertically with very little
forward movement, and disappeared after a minute of this ‘jumping’, .... now I
wonder if it could have been a big salmon.
20.00 ‘The Boy’ is going to sleep well tonight
.... I’m tired now, having done a bit of
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| Field near Kilconquhar. |
biking, wandered round a stubble field...
and the broon bucket is full tae the eyeballs. It has been a good day for ‘doing
things. ‘Dod’ and Jimmy arrived in the middle of
the afternoon and we had a cuppa and sorted out ‘things local’. ‘Dod’ went orf home with Marilyn’s scone
recipe; this has given me the urge to
make some ‘Marilyn Scones’; “Puku”
likes fresh baked scones! Baking may
be one of my missions tomorrow, because .... we may get a touch of ‘dampness’ .
Harvest
time is one of my favourite times of the year, with much change happening on
the farmland.... and loads of stubble fields to potter through. Donald (our local farmer) was warming up the
combine harvester when I passed St Ford Farm this
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| Stubble. |
morning, so I should get some
action shots... hopefully tomorrow; if
Donald is combining. The weather
forecast isn’t as good as we’ve had for the past three days... we could catch a
shower.... which would bring harvesting to a halt.
I
see on the News that two ‘bullies’ are threatening each other (and us) with
their nuclear toys. Why can’t they
grow up, and look around at the Planet we all live on .... there is no Planet ‘B’!
Photographs
: Top – the bike ‘moored up’ to a bale, Middle – bales in a field near
Kilconquhar Church, and Bottom – stubble.
