cat on a hot tin blanket?
As the April snow whistles past the windows, and the first rhubarb leaves strain from their hollow, I am tempted to say bugger it, I'm not moving.
This is not an option unfortunately, and anyway I have things to do...
In the meantime, here are current pictures of the cat, as soon as the Harris blankets arrived, he decided to check them out, I think he has a belief that he holds the mandate for quality control: re soft furnishings. We washed them over the weekend, and they have all come out splendidly, and proved to be resilient even to the gales we've had for the past few days.
lovely blankets...
When the Arts correspondent and I visited the Hebrides last year, we were primed to search the charity shops for bolts of unwanted Harris tweed, and more specifically, she was keen to find a proper handwoven blanket. You know the sort of thing: thick, hairy and above all warm. Our searches last year yielded a source of Harris tweed loom ends but not a lot else.
I find myself back in Stornoway, at the end of a short tour, and, as we had got in rather earlier than usual, I had a longer than customary lunch break. As it has been gloriously sunny all day, I wandered aimlessly around the town, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation of sunshine on my skin. As is my custom, I checked out the charity shops, there aren't many, and they are mostly affiliated to various batty versions of the anglican religion. I was startled to spot an hairy blanket in one of the more sensible shops, further investigation yielded another two, which I pounced on. So, now we have three, I'll post a picture when I have the opportunity, needless to say, I am very pleased.
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oh dear..
A thousand stumbling apologies, gentle reader, no real excuses for ignoring the blog other than miserable weather and a general disinclination to do anything but the minimum required to ensure survival. Now it's spring time; there are signs of life, and above all, the snow has gone.
What has happened since February? you may quite reasonably ask... Well, the deeside household has now officially swelled by one. The cat has been chipped, vaccinated and emptied his bladder in both cars, and today he took possession of a brand new magnetic cat-flap. He has shown little interest in the latter, preferring to snooze on his saltbag, occasionally casting a jaundiced eye on the filthy weather (see ill.), although he went out through it when encouraged.
The last dump of snow didn't really take us by surprise, as the cooncil cassandra service had been predicting doom for several weeks. I was washing up one evening when I saw a small herd of five deer pass the kitchen window, the Arts Correspondent was able to snatch a picture of them investigating the lid of the septic tank on her iPhone, for which I thank her. The word on the street (or in the glen), is that the deer are very underweight as a consequence of the long hard winter. Certainly there is much evidence of ring barking on the shrubs and trees, hopefully the late spring will catch up soon, and there'll be plenty of greenery for all.
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