Back to Inchmahome

Went back to Inchmahome Priory today with Mark and scattered his ashes along with some of Arrayan and Pitufa's tail hair.  A peaceful and beautiful morning if somewhat chilly.  On the way back we stopped in at the Kelpies just as the sun was setting, it looked suspiciously like snow falling on the hills behind!

Chamfron by Dand - Tentsmuir

Fabulous photos taken by Kris Clay of Top Gear photos, Owen storming round the 30km at Tentsmuir last weekend.

Working with the public...

My dad says I should be making notes about characters that frequent my work as they would be perfect novel fodder so tonight I give you the highlight of the week.

Customer A to Customer B - "you are not divorced are you?"  Customer B to A "No, though I think my wife would like to be a widow"  Customer B to me "What about you, would you like to be a widow?"  Me... "well this is a bit socially awkward"

Black sense of humour checked and in full working order!!!

Roasty Toasty

It was a balmy 21 degrees out there today and Sir Spidey was regretting that he was already in full winter pelt.  

Wittering

Only this year did I realise I have no visual memory, that when people say they see something in their mind's eye it simply isn't a turn of phrase they actually do, amazing!  I read an article written by Blake Ross about him finding out he had Aphantasia and it was like a lightbulb going off in my head, you know if I could imagine or see a lightbulb, which I can't...

I guess that is why I have always photographed, why I blog, it is my diary and my visual memories and yet this year I've barely picked up the good camera.  I was confused when I checked it to go to Anglesey and found the batteries were as flat as a pancake.  I'm an over thinker (there may be no visual images in my mind but there is a constant narration, I'm guessing that isn't the norm either then?) and I know why, I can remember turning on the TV for the first time in months after Mark died and watching a nice safe program "Lady Lairds" all wholesome and scenic.  A Lady, widowed, was taking photos down the most glorious Scottish glen and then she turned and said to the camera, I have no one to show them to now and thats it isn't it but I need to get back into the habit of taking them for me.

I went to Lauren's wedding last month, there was a wonderful elegant woman at our table, she had her camera with her and it was only after that I found out she was recently widowed, is her camera her crutch (I was going to go for a dachshund puppy) or will she keep her passion I wonder.

Last weekend Rose and I would refer back to her diaries from 2015 /2016 and it was reassuring to know that my timeline was right, that as yet I haven't changed history.  A much earlier entry about Mark and I being at the native pony sale and us doing a ramp to ramp transfer of the unhandled just weaned Molly didn't jog any memories for either of us though.

Maybe there has been nothing to blog?  I think to an extent that is true (quite frankly I bore myself at the moment) but I have been to a wedding and to Blair with Sonya and Jude and neither of those made it on.  If I'm looking at this in future years - Blair was wet, we bought new coats and the bride was utterly radiant.

Maybe I should just get that damn dachshund puppy after all...

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