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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages
Monthly Archives: October 2007
Look on the bright side
The advantage of having a sore throat is the night-time hot toddy: Take one measure of good whisky, heat for 10seconds in microwave. Add two measures of boiling water, one spoonful of liquid honey and a squeeze of lemon. Stir. … Continue reading
First snow
Yes – the first snow of the winter – on a nearby mountain, Ben Luidh. Check out the photo on Him Behind the Wheel.
This week
This week I want: to tidy my desk open all the mail that is in a heap do some housework hunt out the creative writing course enjoy the autumn leaves stick to my diet As I have said before – … Continue reading
Giving
No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving: as well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing to give the sea because they are not rivers. Give what you have: to some one it may be … Continue reading
Clocks
The clocks go back an hour in the early hours of Sunday. The autumn will soon give way to winter. Even now the leaves are dropping silently from the trees like raindrops. Never mind, it is only seven weeks to … Continue reading
Collecting Fox
Today Fox will be released from the trauma of the cattery. Hope he is in a good mood when he gets home. He would probably have enjoyed the hens, the ducks, the turkey, the other cats, the horses and even … Continue reading
Here is the culprit
This is Bug – the one who shredded the hearing aid. Just as well she is cute!
Safely back
Yes – safely back after a long day to discover that workers have been in and around the homestead. Some progress has been made on the extension and the bathroom now has light, but no screening from the loft – … Continue reading
God is wherever
God is wherever you want to find Her. And yes, I know the feminine pronoun is contentious for some. But it is there to act as a kind of wake-up call. If I have learnt anything this week, it is … Continue reading
Rare peace
Last night in a moment of peaceful contemplation I looked around the living room. Him Behind the Wheel was busy trying to finish a novel borrowed from Son #2 and I was kind of smothered in young dogs. The two … Continue reading