Irish Christmas

Tried to upload a video on last post but couldn't do it. Need to learn how to upload to Picassa web albums when I get a mo.

Aberfeldy

We are back from our Scottish Experience, a pleasant rest except for the travelling which went as well as these things can but seemed to be exhausting nevertheless. We had some slow miles going following a wide load, and met snow on the way back. We shared the driving which worked out well. Our friend I.M. is rebuilding a ruined house and HoF would have loved to help but couldn't because of his poorly heel. For those of you who have read The Sugar Book, we met the famous Dr Yellowlees too, a fit nonogenarian. Our travels are as nothing compared to our niece and husband who are doing the Great Trek South and are currently in Morocco.
Miss P is now up with us for the Christmas holidays. Before I can relax though I have a potentially Scary Event tomorrow. I am singing in a choir at a fund-raising concert in the village. That part's OK but I have also been inveigled into doing a one verse duet which has high notes that are giving me grief. I may have to mime, which I am told is a common occurrence in theatres, where an off-stage singer will put in the high notes for the on-stage star from a booth behind the scenery.

Hollows Farm

Winter has arrived, the temperatures have dropped and there is fog in the mornings. But before the turn in the weather I went for a walk by myself, which I like best because you see and hear more. HoF, not being able to accompany me just yet, dropped me off some miles from home and I walked back. Through fields and woods and past this farmhouse, a very pleasant outing.
Tomorrow we are off to Scotland to visit friends in Aberfeldy for a few days.

Last times

Miss P cutting the grass for probably the last time this year. We rather envied the handkerchief -sized patch. We serendipitously arrived at our old church when they were having a Thanksgiving lunch for fourteen years of its existence. So we were able to join in and enjoy seeing photos of those years.

The white flowered prunus in the back garden at Kate's Cottage. Hmm, well it said white flowered on the label.

Last chance to see HoF on the scooter. It has gone back to its owner now. Returned too are the perching stool, shower stool and grabber. We went swimming twice in one week, more times than we usually go in a year. (Sort of thing HoFs do when its free). He can now ride his bike and did so down to the butcher's this morning to fetch bacon for breakfast. The walking however is still very painful, which is where the swimming helps, or rather the supported walking in the water.