Monday, 29 June 2026

Summer Senses

Summer season when our senses are assaulted to the full in the nicest possible way. Although I don’t miss the work entailed in its upkeep, I do miss the garden in our former home. So now I compensate with potted plants on the terrace.

The other night we had friends for supper there. After preparation and serving up was done, it was a joy to sit and relax, listening to people eating, drinking, laughing, generally enjoying each other’s company, with the glorious scent of jasmine wafting over to the table.

I help maintain the colourful rose bushes on the property – a pleasing and rewarding pastime.

 Here we see the vines bearing copious cones of fruit. We hope for as good a wine as last year’s.

In Z’s veggie patch, the cucumbers grow large and succulent, while the tomatoes start to ripen.

The cherry tomatoes, freshly plucked from the vine, are like a mini-explosion to the taste-buds!

If you look to the right in the picture below, you can see the lime tree in full bloom. In the morning cool it exudes a pungent aroma – attractive to many insects – but lots of leaves and petals drop into the pool, a salve for our heat-parched bodies. The Boss decided it needed some protection and erected this Arab-style canopy which both keeps the water cleaner and protects my sensitive skin from harmful UV rays - all good. It does look like an exotic Bedouin desert encampment!

The oleander is poisonous - sap, leaves, flowers, all highly toxic, containing cardiac glycosides which directly attack the heart. But it is a beautiful tree.


In the evening I often sit at the piano admiring it and enjoying the final chirruping, droning chorus of the cicadas before they end their shift as the summer sun goes down.



Wednesday, 17 June 2026

Nostalgia

All the coverage of the World Cup Tartan Army has got me nostalgic for the homeland and I began to look out photos of previous adventures there. This one is a favourite family shot celebrating Marina’s 70th birthday.

We were standing outside our previous home - now The Kilberry Inn- sipping champagne and nibbling canapes to the skirl of live bagpipes as the mist rolled in over Cnoc-an-Ibhair!


Nearby is the beautiful village of Tarbert, Lochfyne where I went to secondary school. A popular tourist spot, it is particularly busy in the summer when the Scottish Series- one of Britain’s largest sailing regattas - takes place, bringing yachters from all around Britain. The area, with its rugged coast line, offers unique challenges, even Corryvrechan, the world’s third largest whirlpool!  


I adore The Kelpies and was delighted to come across this mobile mini-exhibition near the Crinan Canal, the 9-mile long navigable route between the Firth of Clyde and the Inner Hebrides.

I really enjoy exploring my homeland with Z – here we are on a recent trip to Mallaig in the north-west. Another pretty fishing village, but decidedly over-fished by tourism.

Being a linguist, the different local dialects intrigue me – especially their rich lexical variations. Below  are some of my favourite words, found mainly in the west coast and Glasgow area.

Being born in that dear green place, as its name translates, affords me the privilege of calling myself a ‘Weegie’. When I’m there it is important to meet up with family and friends.

I love Glasgow for its soul, its people and its humour. The traffic-cone be-decked Duke of Wellington statue has now become a global tourist attraction!


It’s fitting that my last nostalgic shot is of me admiring the River Clyde backdrop before leaving.


May The Tartan Army continue to bring us joy and make us proud to be Scots.

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