Sadly after less than 8 weeks here, Ralph has ahd to return to York to nurse his terminally ill father. We came here to look after mine who is doing well with company, TLC and good food but although Dad-in-Law is looked after, old age has taken its toll.
I am alone again with the dogs. The red squirrel. The finches, robin and blackbird. The 3 boys in the field (looking after the horses tomorrow) and the pheasants.
Today on my bike ride to a good butcher, a buzzard landed just 10 feet away...stayed while I stopped my bicycle and just gazed at me...what human species is this...an Englishman out in the mid morning wind and sun looking for meat...a truely indepenant spirit cycling into a westerly wind for 5 miles....but on the way home, even a buzzard couldn't keep up with me.
On the dog walk I spotted a white...stoat. That's how I knew it was a stoat...white! This time last year Grantown was under 3 foot of snow, this year we have primroses! But the stoats and the hares (spotted on Ben Rinnes) whiten because of day light hours, not because of the cold. Silly, as they are so visible in the green and orange glow of this autumn.
I wish I had a photo to show you...instead, just to fill a space, our back garden from the Mossie.
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