Depression

06/15/2005

A few days of grim unseasonal weather, with no wind, lots of rain and a pronounced chill, our constant companions are millions of midges. I try to restrict all the activities of the running of the Tower of Glen Trollaigh to the indoors, all hands to spring-cleaning and only the briefest of forays outside for dogs and sheep. In the very occasional break I do nip out into the garden, doing more harm than good including slewing a track off the baronial excavator, resulting in a very midgie hour getting it back on. All this rain has fairly turned the glen a lush green, but hardly a soul has been seen apart from a few brave but hopelessly lost motorcyclists. We even suffer a power cut for a while, most unusual at this time of year, this seems to be linked to a “major incident” at Bridge of Orchy, and as yet I do not have any details. This dull weather depresses me, as does the news filled with lots of spin about everything from the re-launching of the Scottish Health Council and a fist full of other quangos, wankers to a man. President Blair makes even more of a fool of himself on the world stage, while his military advisors warn him that they are so under funded that they cannot support his international promises, even flight crew’s training flights are being restricted because of lack of fuel and the navy is tied up in port. How I wish for good news. The only hope is for sunshine and some midge shifting breeze, not much sign of either. Yours Aye, Archie, The Baron Trollaigh.