Tuesday, 24 April 2018

S is for Sea and Sanity.

The family have gone home.  Another morning of all up at 4 a.m. or was it 5?  My daughter partner and grandson are moving house soon.  We all are hoping that the move will improve the sleeping pattern of the grandson.  He will have his own bedroom.  If he turns out to be one of the geniuses that only needs 3 hours sleep he is not coming back.......I do not really mean that.  

A beautiful weather day.  I took myself off to the Prom.  Though every move was an effort I was soooooooooooooooo weary.  Our Grandson will be 2 in July such a happy chap.  He has mastered "Grandma", but the DP is still "The Man."  and Sith is "Cat".  Sith cat has been amazing in his patience.  I am impressed.

Good to see the Gull Gang.

The Pilot Boat.  This wee boat guides the biggies in and out of the harbour.

Back home and into the shedudio.  One of the Harem of Dyson Pheasant appears to have moved in to the garden.

This is her nodding off outside the shedudio.  Having eaten her fill.

My painting of a Harvest Mouse inside a Yellow Tulip is about finished.   A small canvas which now needs varnishing.

We are now being ploughed.  The field at the back of our garden.  Bit late this year down to the weather.

Masses of worms coming up and being eaten!

Slowly recovering, almost back to normal.  Tomorrow is Doctors, lunch out and then more Sea and Sanity.  Yay.  Hopefully after a full nights sleep.

Monday, 23 April 2018

Family visit. Day 2.

Grandchildren wake at the most ungodly hour.  Found myself having to feed Sith cat at around 5 a.m. as a human had appeared downstairs.  aka someone to provide cat breakfast......

Later, when I had eventually turned into an awake human, we were all up.  The DP had done his patrolling.  Breakfast.

The family and the DP then disappeared off to Macduff and the Marine Aquarium.

There is a hands on session at the Aquarium.  Eli meets a Spider Crab.

There is also a camera link to the Gannetry at Troup Head, on of the largest onshore.  All nesting like fury.

I met them at the Dunes Golf Centre cafe in Fraserburgh.

For a lovely lunch.  From there we went to the beach.

Just about had it to ourselves.

Apart from a few gulls.

Never seen a yellow boat before. 

Then back home.  I escaped to the shedudio.

This is a lot of fun.  A small canvas, prepared for watercolour, almost there.  A Harvest Mouse inside a tulip.  Somehow I have to work out how to portray the amount of pollen he/she had on his face.

We are all heading for bed very early.  We are all exhausted by a delightful, full on, enjoying life child.  He has mastered "Grandma" but the DP is still "The Man."!!!!!

Sunday, 22 April 2018


One small nucleus of our family arrived today.  Just after lunch.  After welcomes and sortings I was told to go to the Prom and do my sea breathing.

It was raining as I set off.  Which meant the beach was deserted.  And lovely.

Masses of Gull Gangs.  Lovely.

Mostly Herring Gulls, immature and mature and some Lesser Black Backed Gulls, immature.

Sanity and breathing restored.

Back home.  

After watching Sith cat roll on the patio my grandson got down and did the same.  Learned Behaviour!

His language is spilling out and clear.  At 20 months he knows and recognises all the primary colours.  Artist in the making.

He also likes his food.  All my daughters who have given me these delightful grandchildren have breastfed, as I did,  and then moved on to baby led weaning.  None of those powdery mixes which I, to my shame, offered.  Real food from the start.

So we sat down as a family and ate the same food and enjoyed it, perhaps not so messily, but we did not comment on that!

Spaghetti with meatballs and Garlic Bread.

Fresh fruit mixture and yoghurt.

All in bed now.

Ahhhhhhhhh  families.  

Saturday, 21 April 2018


Get this one out of the way.  It was the cat.  Morpheus.  
Imagine shouting that of the back door.  
It was a quick death.  He had had a good life.  But my poor child.  Grief.   
In one way it is good one knows what happened.  I have had cats disappear and never known why.

Right.  We are having this wonderful weather.  It is the weekend and it is good that everyone heads to the beach.

Who would not!?

But for me I prefer it when there are Gulls on the beach not people.  

More grump. I do not like adverts on the television.  I tape what I want to watch so I can whizz through the ads.  Tonight, switched on, and the sky effort said it had a problem, well that took about an hour to sort out and the only way was to allow it to delete everything I had taped, or had programmed in to tape.  It then worked.  But this evening I had to watch something with advertisements.......

What a load of rubbish.

Tomorrow I must not be grumpy, I have a small person visiting along with his Mum and Dad for a few days.

Bucket and spade sorted so we will be joining the hordes on the beach.

Friday, 20 April 2018

Sunshine and sadness.

Another glorious weather day.  Keep waiting for the thunderbolts.

Rarely is the sea this flat calm.  Mill Pond.

Gull Gang .

Fishing boat away on the hunt.

Lots of smelly seaweed.  Tiger Hill is the name of the big sand dune.  

I did not consider it to be that warm......

A day of sunshine and warmth.  But tinged with sadness.

My youngest child has two cats.  Morpheus has had a fair few problems of late and has been on medication.  Struggles to breathe.  He disappeared on Wednesday.  So what chances do you think of him being run over, killed and his body taken to the vet that he has been treated at?  We think his breathing problems led to confusion, it was quite a distance from home he was found.  So we have closure.  Still to be finally confirmed but it seems so.  So sad.

Thursday, 19 April 2018


As it can take sometime for a video to upload you are getting that first.  From this evening at dinner.  Dyson and his harem of 5 female pheasants.  Outside the dining room.  Ace.

Earlier in the day I did my Pulmonary physio exercises after a break, due to the chest infection.  Went to the Prom for my walk.

A beautiful, warm day with little wind.  Revelling in this weather.  Breathing easier. Wonderful.  Lots of smelly sea weed mounding up.

This very small dog saw me on the Prom.  Sat down and refused to move.  In the end it had to be picked up and carried past me.  It then walked on as normal for a dog.  (Although I have to say it did not look like a normal dog.)  I really must be scary.

I did consider giving you all a tutorial on how to set sail in a dinghy.  But it took this chap so long I thought you might get as bored as I did.  So this is him starting and getting there.

I am not showing you him fitting the bits, zipping himself up into his wet suit, be grateful.

Community Wardens.  Still unsure as to what they do as they pound past rubbish on the floor and sound to be catching up on where they went last night...and who said what - and to whom.

On the domestic front.  Our grass was cut by our gardeners on Monday.  We have stripes!  And on Tuesday they came to do a short back and sides on the Leylandii hedge, which I hate, but did it magnificently.  I can now see what is about to mow me down as I approach the junction.  Result.

Sunset tonight.

Wednesday, 18 April 2018

No coat, hat, gloves or boots.

Dinna fash yersel I was dressed!

Beautiful day.

Sunny, even the wind was warm.  

The sun was sparkling on the sea.  Although I took this photo of a duck? diving - and missed it....

This photo hows how clear the sea is.  Lots of weed gathering but that image indicates how clean and clear the water is.

A somewhat rusty bucket of a boat goes off on the hunt for fish.

As does the Lesser Black Backed Gull.

Back home and in the Shedudio I started to draw the Avocet, one of 3 at Strathbeg Bird Reserve.  So I can now have it on Buchan Birds and Beasts.

Jean asked about my cataract ops and the difference they have made.  Having a cataract makes the viewing foggy.  After my first op on the left eye the main reaction was that I could see colours.  Amazing colours.  Monet had cataracts.  Although Monet was diagnosed with nuclear cataracts in both eyes by a Parisian ophthalmologist in 1912, at the age of 72, his visual problems began much earlier. Soon after 1905 (age 65) he began to experience changes in his perception of color. He no longer perceived colors with the same intensity. Many of his paintings have a misty effect.  

The second op on the right eye enabled me better to see what I was drawing/painting -the shape of.  The 3D of it.  As they say two eyes are better than one.

Whether any of it has made me a better painter ah well.  Let us just say I do not get so frustrated or throw as much in the bucket!  I am just very grateful that some bits of me have been repaired by our wonderful NHS.