June 30, 2016
… but there was a cold wind blowing from the south on Friday and it seems to have brought nothing but rain, cold and almost autumnal gloom with it.
Yesterday I ended up drenched cycling home
(and no, I’ve not lived in the western half of Scotland for long enough to consider summer’s ‘slightly warmer rain’ much of an improvement over the freezing stuff we get in the winter)
Today it was at least dry outside – but without the Rayburn to dry everything my gloves, jacket and boots were still pretty sodden, so it was time for desperate measures.
The referendum fallout doesn’t get any better (although at least the Tories are now stabbing each other in the back just as enthusiastically as Labour are), but I’ve decided to try and ignore it as best I can. I know that’s a luxury that many don’t have – but hopefully the country will soon get its sense of humour and proportion back, if nothing else.
To help it on its way, have a heartwarming story of a man rescuing a lamb. You’re welcome.
(In an emergency you may also need this)
June 28, 2016
I don’t know if it’s the return of the rain, or lack of sleep, but the reality of Brexit really began to hit home today. Normally I’m a ridiculously positive person, but I found myself almost in tears watching a video clip of vile racist abuse on a Manchester tram and wondering just what has happened to my country. There’s only so much gardening, bike riding, and sharing of black humour on Twitter that you can do – and then you wake up again in the morning and it’s still happening. We’ve voted ourselves out, nobody has a plan, the Labour party have formed a circular firing squad – the news just keeps getting worse. I’m not even going to mention the football, because there’s an unholy amount of gloating going on by the Scots, which doesn’t bode well for any future indyref debate. Last time around the independence campaign was conducted in a spirit of democracy and debate and a lack of anti-English sentiment that did Scotland proud. If there is another one, I dread it being conducted in a spirit of bitterness and resentment. There are some genies that cannot be put back into the bottle once they have been unleashed.
All I can say is this – to the Scots, the EU, to anyone listening. We’ve all had friends who’ve become troubled, who lash out in their misery and make themselves unpleasant and generally try and shake off the people who love them most and want them to be happy. Mostly we understand that that’s not the real them that’s behaving that way and that all we can do is ply them with tea and sympathy and hugs and support and shrug off the things that they say when they’re not really thinking straight. So please, tempting as it is to kick England when it’s down, and much as it deserves it, bear with my poor self-harming country anyway while it works its way through a dreadful nervous breakdown. Send it tea. Lock away the knives. And don’t let it do anything drastic if you can.
Send tea… it’s all that can save us now
And to my compatriots I would add: damn it, whatever happened to Keep Calm and Carry On? We have never needed it more than in this hour.
June 26, 2016
I don’t think I’ve fully digested the impact of the EU referendum result yet – I don’t know that anyone has – but yesterday I had a welcome distraction in the form of my Anniversaire.
Stopping for a sneak preview of the new house
Riding at the speed of chat
Frequent stops to ‘delaminate’ were needed as the weather switched between sunshine and showers
Heading back over the hills
Downhill (almost) all the way from here
Wherever you stop in the country you tend to draw a curious crowd…
Good friends, good cycling, good chat and plentiful cake. I hope everyone else who’s worried about the future managed to have as excellent a weekend. When in doubt, ride a bike.
Sadly the Weather Gods have resumed normal service, but even that did not dampen our spirits. Well, much.
June 24, 2016
I think between them, the radio, Facebook and Twitter have said all that there is to say about the Brexit vote and has since been saying and re-saying it over and over again, so I’m not going to add to the cacophony.
For us, life goes on. We transferred the money to buy the house today (quite relieved to find the banking system was still running smoothly). I planted out my broccoli plants to a background murmur of politicians trying to sound statesmanlike and everyone else trying not to panic. I’m fighting the temptation to just batten down the hatches and concentrate on our own small square of Scotland and let the UK get on with it, but then again, we’re lucky to have that option.
This seems like the best advice in the circumstances although I would say join anything – party, union, cycle campaign – that is actively trying to make Britain, or Scotland, a better place in or out of the EU (or in or out of the UK as seems increasingly likely to happen north of the border).
The Leave campaign promised us a better Britain if we had control of our destiny and plenty of people I know of – who are not racist and not idiots – agreed. I doubt that their vision of a better Britain really matches mine, but maybe we should take them at their word and start to fight for all the things we really want. For me, it’s cycle campaigning. I’m sure you all have similar causes to espouse, and we will go on fighting for them come what may.
But that will have to wait for Monday. Tomorrow we have plans to ride bikes and eat cake and forget about politics and that’s the only really sane response to this morning’s news.
June 22, 2016
Yes this is the ‘after’ shot, not the ‘before’
I’ve finally had time this week to try and catch up with the garden – just in time to leave it next month, but never mind. In among the weeds that were threatening to take over the courtyard completely I found not only this rather creepy zombie rabbit statue but a couple of spots in the flowerbed where chilled hare has obviously been hanging out (its ‘form’ apparently). I tell myself that this shows we have a wildlife-friendly approach to gardening, rather than something approaching a wilderness in the flowerbeds.
The garden may not look too much better, at least to the naked eye, but I have carted away two barrowloads of vegetation which has to represent progress in some measure.
And I was happy to see that at least some of my random perennials have survived beneath all of the weeds.
I heard on the radio as I weeded that purposeful work out among nature has a powerful effect on the mood. Radio 4 did its best counteract that by then following up with wall-to-wall EU referendum coverage. But even so, I feel I’ve spent a worthwhile day and am now ready to face whatever Thursday’s vote may bring.
Don’t forget to vote, those of you who can.
June 20, 2016
…That as bus route straplines go (and since when did bus routes start having their own straplines?), ‘Where every journey is an adventure’ is precisely what I want out of a bus journey, but that may be why I’m not in bus marketing.
Fortunately there were no unexpected adventures for the Brompton and me as we made our way multimodally from Duns to home. By car this is a 2.5 hour drive, 3 hours if you stop for coffee in Moffat. By public transport this meant a 45 minute drive to Galashiels, 2 hour bus ride to Carlisle, 40 minute wait, 45 minute train journey to Bigtown and a 45 minute cycle home (OK, so maybe that was a bit of an adventure).
Still it made for excellent progress on my sock, which has been sadly hampered by my failure to get selected for jury service earlier this month.
Knitting: Turning every inconvenience into a sock