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
by admin - 20:00 on 25 September 2012
Today was a day to stay indoors – not that I could have gone far even had I wanted, for Matchgirl took Agent Cooper to work leaving me with no transport except legs and a bike with a flat battery. The police have still not told me when I'll be able to view Mr Ford.
However, as rain and strong wind have strewn the garden with willow twigs, leaves and fallen apples I'd no incentive to abandon the shelter of The Rural Retreat. Maia expressed an interest in the great outdoors this morning but after taking one look through the doorway she changed her mind. I don't blame her.
The Great Tidy-Up begins tomorrow. Or Thursday. Or possibly the weekend. After all, there's no point starting before the storms are completely finished. And I need to get out with the Pentax to capture some new snaps, now that The Serious Lenses at Dingwall Camera Club have seen all my best ones.
Last night, Squirrel James and I each gave a talk to the assembled throng. Mine was an audio-visual extravaganza on the theme of My Hero, describing how without a difference of opinion between me and Gerry (singer and guitarist of my ex-band Fire) I would not be a married Black Isle cat-owner, photographer, pine marten enthusiast, LRPS and joint award-winning author, nor would I have safaried in Namibia, puffined in Shetland, given up a full-time job and had the pleasure of knowing Tess. I've a lot to thank his temper for.
Several audience members remarked that I should send him a copy of the AV. One day, perhaps.
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