Category: Village Life
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Bells of joy . . .
It’s been a bit breezy these past few days, here in the GlenKens, so we’ve been enjoying the wind chimes rather a lot. Compared with our previous life high up on a fellside of the bleak and blustery North Pennines, of course, these southwest Scotland zephyrs are like balm to the resting soul. I managed…
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The weekly coffee morning . . . for men
Clearly, one needs to be of a certain age to be interested in getting together with a bunch of similar-aged gentlemen of a Monday morning to discuss a panoply of topics that might concern one or another of us. Being retired helps too, of course — busy working people would not be able to spare…
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An opportunistic dawn
So I was out in my dressing gown at 7am yesterday morning, dropping a tray of cat litter into the bin before the dustmen arrived, and therefore I managed to catch a glorious sunrise which did indeed presage a brilliantly sunshiny day. But I’d not have seen it if it weren’t for the cat. How…
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The clock re-setter and the over-wintering butterfly
One doesn’t usually associate clock maintenance with large rubber mallets, a stiff piece of hardwood, and assorted mole grips, nor does one expect to see a small tortoiseshell butterfly fluttering by at the beginning of February. So today I’m musing about the unexpected, as remarkable experiences in an observed life. I’m getting more efficient on my…
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Bright sunshiny day . . .
So Monday morning is our regular Men’s Coffee Morning at New Galloway Town Hall, and after finessing yet another file for the cheerful printer, I moseyed along down for a cup of coffee. I’d heard that the big heater in the lesser hall had been repaired (a bust fuse), and so I expected to be warmed…
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The joy of a bound volume . . .
I seem to gravitate to prolonged projects: diaries; novels; long-running blogs; more novels; social histories; even a lengthening set of joys. My personal joy this morning is the completion of one project, and the anticipation of delving into another. The social history project that I devised, some 18 months ago, was to create a lasting, tangible set…
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Cams, programs, switches and bongs . . .
For whatever reason, I’ve been identified locally as the guy who loves to fix things. Or let’s say rather, who loves to see things working correctly. I don’t mind work-arounds, not at all, but if the end result is that the thing is working and performing the function for which it was intended, I’m a happy guy.…
Roads to Joy 