The Old Smiddy
A Neighbouring cottage
Peanuts for Breakfast
The lane
Light filters through the trees
Unwalked
Toward the Kirk
Across the bowling green to the house {center}
I'm going to be working away until tomorrow afternoon, so hopefully G will be snug and cosy in the house. We are hoping to be able to attend a funeral on Saturday morning - a colleague is going to cover me for a few hours - but that will be dependant on weather conditions. After the weekend I'm on holiday, using up the last of my work annual holiday entitlement before I lose it on the anniversary of my employment. I'll have been working a year in just a couple of weeks. It seems much less than that.
Another shot of the house across the green.
I was on holiday for a week last week during which we had some welcome visitors come to stay. Hopefully I'll get some of those pics uploaded and a few lines about what we got up to later tonight maybe.
See you later.
Listening to.
6 comments:
These photos are familiar :) I'm glad you were clear about the bowling green not being a swimming pool, though.
Enjoy your holiday (again). Are you going away?
What a very pretty place you live in!
Hullo Rebecca - Ha! Not many pools round these parts I can assure you. Just too cold I'm afraid. It's a bonny wee village dating back to the viking period. The local castle - now a house about 70 yards away - was built around 1300. Not much surviving from that time other than the castle though and to be honest you'd not recognise it as a castle unless someone told you!
We're going away froma week - up North { just in case we need to feel a little colder.......}
You live in a postcard or a costume film. Deeply envious.
Enjoy your vacation.
Not really but it seems that way sometimes I guess. Never lived in a town or city although I've worked in plenty. I prefer the small village in the country scenario. I'm probably antisocial I guess. :-D
so very beautiful! makes me yearn to live there. perhaps some day i shall. :)
Yearn is a word I can understand EP. I'm very much at home in this landscape and although I'd love to stay in the south of France I could never truly leave Scotland and would need to have some kind of bolthole here.
I can see me living between a couple of caravans in the future.
ps. Visitors always welcome.
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