Hot and happy
I’ve just realised that the title of this post could sound like a come-on on a dodgy dating site. Erm, if I lured you here under false pretences, sorry to disappoint…
Lovely weather we’re having, Vicar.
Yes, it is hot. By Scottish standards, it is sweltering. And oh, what bliss it is, to have a summer worthy of the name at long last! Breakfast outside, every lunch a picnic on the grass, dogs panting in the shade. The boys are lured away from computer games to spend the long days doing the sort of things that small boys have always done in the sunshine: building dens, playing ball games, scribbling giant noughts-and-crosses (and cheeky messages) in chalk on the concrete by the back door, and begging ice lollies from their mum. It is beginning to remind me of the hot summers of my own childhood in the Seventies.
To crown our happiness, our Perthshire hero, Andy Murray, has won Wimbledon. I was wondering: given that most of the population of Scotland probably leapt roaring to our feet at exactly the same moment at the end of the match, will a butterfly soon be blown off course in China?
Anyhoo, the sunshine is one reason that Dancing Beastie has been languishing for a while (hot weather does not agree with griffins, it seems). We are also trying to update our antediluvian internet connection, which inevitably means that it has got worse before it gets better: it is a rare treat to be able to access the interweb at all at the moment. And finally, the summer holidays are here and so are my children. I know you’ll understand.
The peculiarities of living in a semi-public place continue irrespective of school holidays. No sunbathing in the altogether for me: at any moment a couple of cyclists might appear to have a good gawp at the castle, or a harassed mother-of-the-bride drive up unannounced, seeking reassurance about the organisation of her daughter’s forthcoming big day. A couple of weeks ago, we found our diplomatic skills tested by half a dozen strangers strolling across our front lawn and settling down for a picnic on our children’s sandpit, while we simultaneously tried to host forty people here for the day on a religious retreat. There’s aye summat.
At the moment, however, the children come first. My elder son is home from boarding school for eight whole weeks, and we mean to make the most of them. And so, while my husband is busy organising a wedding here this week, I am sweeping the boys off to Argyll for a few days of beaches and railway journeys with cousins. Hope you are enjoying the summer too. Happy days.
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