Mice nibble… #11
Shoe laces.
Renovating an old school on a remote island
Shoe laces.
From the air, the Church of Scotland Kirk looks just as imposing as it does when on the road below. I can …
Bistort in flower in the garden at Einar.
I think the rain may have been getting in, don’t you?
What a thrill to see my house from the air.
The secret to a rich semi-wholemeal loaf? A duck egg.
Walking boots.
It’s been a long journey. To get to their final resting place, these Woodlice have had to get through the gaps between …
This used to be a screw. This is what happens to metal when it lives in a damp atmosphere.
I love beachcombing so I was delighted to find this metal buoy rusting on a beach; A beautiful find.
The toilet cisterns in Einar’s old school toilets say St Mungo on them. St Mungo is the patron saint of accused adulterers …
I remembered to empty the woodlice from the toaster when I arrived. I forgot about the ones inside the bread machine. There’s …
Broad horizons. Breathtaking clouds. Constantly changing skies. That’s the view of Westray from my window.
I really must put the curtain pole back up with all this early sunshine directly into my eyes in the bedroom.
Tread? More like trample all over. The horses have left their mark on my rhubarb.
It’s time for a bath and that means yet another spider to wash down the plug hole.
Lady the Shetland Pony is ginger and blonde.
Lady loves to be petted. She loves carrots more though.
Lady the ginger and blonde Shetland pony loves a carrot.
Rust and peeling paint are two of my favourite subjects to photograph, which is good because Einar has so much of it to choose from. So does the rest of the Island. Here is the door of the dilapidated mill near the Castle o’ Burrian.
There are Horsetails on the verge at Einar. They’re hard and scour my hands with their brittle covering of silica. They’re so …
I’ve always refused to buy a set of weighing scales for the bathroom. I tell people that’s because I have a teenage …
Have you ever noticed just how green window glass is? Our view of the outside world is tinted and we adjust our …
It’s time for a bath which means removing the woodlice and spiders from the enamel. I think I might let the …
If only I had a Guinea Pig. They would be in Guinea Pig heaven. These dandelions have roots as big as turnips.
There’s always a dead animal somewhere in Einar. Sometimes it’s a mummified starling. This time it’s a rabbit. Before it died it chewed through the electricity cable to my boiler. Then something ripped it to pieces and scattered it over the floor. There’s an isolated rabbit’s foot lying there. It wasn’t lucky for the rabbit.
Einar’s rhubarb is ridiculous. It’s like a wild thing, an alien being, taking over my walled vegetable garden. Now what are …
I wish days like these would last,
And never fade into the past.