The everyday life of farming folk.

Today we had some sun!! We had better make the most of it ,this could be “summer” in Scotland!

The retired shepherd ,came home from hospital this morning, he had a slight stroke about two weeks ago. It was the first time in his 80 odd years that he had not only been in hospital but had had to stay INDOORS! …and he has hated it. It will be good to see him motoring around the estate on his mobility scooter again,while his elderly wife gets to run alongside. For the two children left at home, in their forties, it was heart rending to watch them cope without “fayther”.

A baby has arrived at the Garden Cottage, but as I was Captain sitting, I haven’t had time to visit, although I am sure Mum will appreciate time to get on her feet.

The daffodils are carpeting the woods and lining the driveways, ducks are setting up home in the burn and the sheep and cows are growing in girth as spring and new births draw near. The mature calves have been noisy since being separated from their mothers, but I noticed today it was quieter. They are obviously used to it or been dispatched to market.

I love Spring, all that “newness”. Am hoping for a new start for us too, no luck on the job front so far, but I’ll keep pressing on…

The joys of castle living.

My week of “sitting” is ended. My elderly ex army gentleman woke me at 04.20 precisely by setting off all the burglar alarms in the Castle,a siren that can practically be heard in Glasgow,which sent me flying down four flights of stairs in my pajamas ,to find him fully dressed in suit and tie in the main hall.
After some persuasion and on the understanding that I was not going to wake the housekeeper to cook his breakfast,I managed to get him to relax in his reclining chair in the Library with a cup of tea. We spent some minutes deciding which lamp should be left on and he finally started to doze,as I tiptoed out of the room he opened one eye, smiled and said ,”Why have you got NO shoes on!!”

New Quarters

This week I am at the castle again. I have new quarters in the Nursery wing at the top of the house. This obviously hasn’t been used as such for some time, now the grandchildren stay here at Christmas and holidays. I was fascinated to find rows of books not fashionable these days. Boys Adventure books about soldiers and pilots, girls reading such as “What Katy did.” and”Amelia Anne has an Adventure”, such a shame that most children now prefer computer games.

In my bathroom there is ,as in “Nanny’s room”, a lovely Victorian Fireplace along with green glazed tiles threequarters of the way up the wall. I was imaging some poor girl getting up at the crack of dawn to light the fire and haul hot water to the bath.And the toilets seats!!!! Wide enough for even the largest guest! I presume and this is only a guess that it could have something to do with long victorian dresses?????

This wing is far more homely and less baronial. Being on this side of the house is also less noise and no “voices” in the night. Getting my ward to bed was no less easy though… why could he not wear a cravat with his pajama top and dogs tooth herringbone trousers? Possibly no reason really but it doesn’t look good if the “family” see him. as it was, he decided on underwear and I was too worn out to argue…