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
Tess's Tally And A Tipsy Tabby
by admin - 17:06 on 17 February 2013
My hopes of roe deer videos were dashed by another blanket of condensation on the Bushnell which turned everything it captured into a grey fog.
Around 2am (so much for my twenty-two-hour cycle theory) a pair of deer eyes could be discerned in the murk, but not much else. I'll have another go tonight.
Today was another gorgeous spring-like day, so it's no surprise that much of it was spent indoors, at Culduthel Hall, where my second market of the weekend was held. Between the two of them, sales of A Cat Called Tess reached 270 (around thirty to break even point – I'll get there eventually) and Greengate confirmed its status as my best-selling print by reaching double figures.
I also had my picture taken by an Inverness Courier snapper, so there's a chance I could feature in the Highlands and Islands Newspaper of the Year two weeks in succession, having appeared on page three last week at the back of the charity crowd assembled for the Strawdogs gig. No publicity is bad publicity.
I snapped no snaps today, but one taken yesterday evening illustrates what happens when kittens are given too much freedom. One day it's vole murder, now Pandora's hit the bottle. What next?
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