A Hive of Activity

This morning we're having more work done around the house. At 8:30 two fellows from Cramb's painters came by to finish taking down the ceiling paper in the shower room (I say "finish taking down" because it began to come down of its own accord in September) and to put new paper up and paint it. They took down the old and then left, saying they'd come back later today with the new paper.

At 9 o'clock, before the Cramb crew left, John Beagle showed up to put new tile up in our kitchen. So yesterday and today, we've been clearing things away so they can work unimpeded. I have taken "Before" photos in the kitchen and will give you the Before and After shots in tomorrow's blog.

At 9:35 Don headed out to play golf, dropping me at the dental practice for my 9:40 cleaning appointment. Afterward, I walked with 2 bags of stuff to the charity shop, dropped them off, browsed, and came home with a bag of "new" items: a warm winter robe and a short autumn jacket for myself.

When I got home, John was making great progress. I made him a cup of coffee and myself a cup of tea and will now tell you about today's photos.

We are having a glorious autumn around here. Temperatures have, over the weekend, turned cooler and we had a bit of off-and-on drizzle (but nothing to interfere with last night's Guy Fawkes' Bonfire and Fireworks Display at Laggan Park on the edge of the Village. Today it is crisp and cool but not uncomfortable, the sun is shining, and the village and countryside look beautiful. The photos above are from last Friday morning as I returned to Comrie from Stirling where I picked up my sewing machine from being cleaned and serviced. From Stirling, we take the A9 Motorway (a 4-laned/2 in each direction) about 12 or so miles to the A822, which is a smaller road that goes through the hamlets of Greenloaning and Braco. After about 6 miles, we turn left onto what we call "the moor road" or "the Langside" which is 10 miles of totally rural land, running in a twisty-turny course on top of the hills (hence the term moor) into the village of Comrie.

In good weather and in all seasons the views over the moors and from the moors are so lovely that we have often wished we had our camera with us. On Friday I made a conscious decision to take the camera with me and stop at several spots so you could see the marvelous greens, golds, and russets that make up our autumnal landscape. The colours have not been manipulated and, yes, it really is that green. In fact, the green never totally dies away around here even in winter, which is a remarkable thing given how cold it can get in spells.