Day in the office

03/01/2005

The pressure has dropped as a low moves across Scotland. We have a few spots of rain overnight, and a grey foggy dawn with snow flurries. A bit of a breeze comes down the glen; however, it seems to be above freezing. The fires are all lit in the morning in the old Tower of Glen Trollaigh to keep the damp, cold air at bay. By midday, all has changed as the hill fog rolls back to show snowy peaks and blue skies. Best of all we enjoy the fabulous sight of snow being swept into the air from the ridges by high altitude winds. I still receive a few unwise calls about yesterday’s BBC performance; I give them short shrift as my patience and good humour has worn a little thin. The household are all treading lightly and I am glad, as I want to draw a veil over the whole thing as quickly as possible. A couple of e-mails are quickly scrubbed from the screen by the eldest daughter, as I pop into the office to collect some papers, and I suspect some humorous collusion with Highbury, but I am above all that. Despite the good weather, paperwork keeps me indoors apart from an all too brief trudge south along the road to one of my favourite viewpoints, the sun now dipping more clearly to the west at almost 6.00. We have received a note today from a distant cousin to say that he will be visiting the UK for the first time in fifty years from his home in Chile, and wishes to call on his “ancestral” Tower of Glen Trollaigh. I must spend the evening researching this joker and check his credentials. I cannot say that I have heard from him before. One step at a time. Yours Aye, Archie, The Baron Trollaigh.