Being “old”, each day blends into each other, every day is a weekend & it can turn out good or bad. The day started with a wake up to a light dusting of snow, which had not settled on the roads, which was good as I needed to be in Pitlochry by 9am. Just getting ready to go & a huge snowstorm developed & in the 5 minutes it took to get my coat on, everywhere was covered in 1/2″ of snow. Now the advantages of living remote & up a hill are way in advance of the disadvantages, but this was one morning where such a storm was a disadvantage & it took me a while to get down our steep hill in virgin snow, but I made it. Coming home the snow had all melted off the road, just an hour later, so that put me to thinking “well it might be a good day after all”.
And of course it has been, in between the occasional flurry of snow the sun made an appearance, making for a perfect photography light. The higher hills to our South were nicely covered in snow (as you can see below) & the garden had a light dusting. Plenty of hungry birds in the garden today & no sign of the Sparrow Hawk yet. So good to see the Snowdrops fighting all the elements to give us a show, what hardy plants they are sometimes completely covered in snow & wilted because of it, but then back they come again like wounded soldiers suddenly fit again & up here it is a battle that they always seem to win.
On top of all this, the day is made better by the fact that the Monday soup lunch in the village is improved by making it a Burns meal. Haggis Swede & mashed tatties, what more could you ask for? Just one thing that you could ask for & I got, was a second helping instead of a dessert, just yummy. Plus the Haggis had only been shot over the weekend, so lovely & fresh, though purist say it should hang a few days before eating. So after a difficult start, the day has turned out to be a good un.
