Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
So Much To Do, Continued
by admin - 20:28 on 03 December 2011
There can't be many days left until the snow falls below the mountaintops. Sleet that was almost snow battered Mr Ford's windscreen this morning on our way to Avoch, where Squirrel James and I shared a supersize table in the village's inaugural community market.
Visitor numbers, it must be reported, were modest, but as there was another fair in the village, one in nearby Fortrose and who knows how many others out to catch the Christmas shopper, that's hardly surprising.
However, between us we sold a few books, several cards and one print – James's, sadly for my wallet. Much interest was shown in one of my squirrels, printed at A3 size and tastefully framed (a snip at £45), but the admirers resisted. A couple of them took my number so the sale might still be made. Fingers crossed.
Half an hour after the market ended I was in a perishing cold Mulbuie Hall, tuning up for the penultimate Strawdogs rehearsal before Friday's return to The Winking Owl in Aviemore.
Two new songs are bidding for a place in the set: Pulp's Common People and another Killers track, Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine. Whether we get to play them depends on a snow-free road to Cairngorms and Matt shaking off whatever malady afflicted him today. While the rest of us played in scarves and overcoats he was soon down to his vest.
Not a pretty sight.
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