Reflective Sunday

01/09/2005

Home to the Tower by 11.00 a.m. It was disappointing to wake up to a driech morning of light rain and mist, milder again at 10 degrees. gusts of west wind. For the third time this year the snow has washed off the hills overnight. I spend most of the day in the estate office as the rain becomes more persistant. Tea and chats with the shepherd and the forester fill much of the time. We have lost a few trees over the past few days and Lachie and the Jonsred will need to sort them out. Still this is an opportunity to top up the log piles once we have filled out the Risk Accessment and filed it under Double B, “Bloody Bureaucracy”. It is very irritating to sense Lachie’s amusment over my discomfort about all this time wasting interfering by the Powers That Be. I am filled with agreat desire to kick his raggity arse from here to the Lochside, but that is not allowed these days, more’s the pity! I hardly manage a trudge with the dogs, so I am not in the best of humours despite such a fun day yesterday. I phone the Kerr’s in Glen Orchy. They have been to Church in Bridge of Orchy and are so enthusiastic about the Rev John Sheddon and his wife Jeannie. They also nipped into the pub to wish Marge a Happy New Year, and were delighted to find Andrew and Sharon there for a flying visit. Sharon expecting her third child, all good news. Blackmount now claim 11 inches of rain this year. I am not bloody surprised! Yours Aye, Archie, The Baron Trollaigh.