This final week of Life As We Know It
starts under leaden skies.
Today, at last, I've got pictures for
you. Here's the one we've been waiting for, Mungo in his kilt:
Here's the one from the walk my niece
and I took in Glen Roslin recently. This was the moment, in the agonizing
outward journey, when we spotted Hawthornden Castle on the other side
of the river, and therefore could fix our position on the map. Not as
far along as I had hoped, was the answer. The castle is just
discernible through the foliage. C. is pointing to our place on the
map.
And here are the pictures from Games
Day. The best bit of it all is when the baronet, with drawn sword,
leads the pipe band followed by the committee across the bridge to
the Bannerfield. Here they are marshalling in the garage forecourt:
Here's the procession:
And here's the knitting, in the Home
Industries Tent. The categories were slippers and a hat, the latter
to be donated to a charity:
Here is a close-up of the hat that
didn't win any prize at all. It's the one I would have picked, if I
had been homeless and was offered a hat by a charity. I wouldn't mind having it anyway.
Clarification
When I captioned that bit about Ian
Paisley “There'll always be an England...” yesterday, I didn't
mean that he was an Englishman. Perish the thought. It's a phrase the
New Yorker used to use as a column-stopper over an item which made
the difference between American and British life particularly stark.
I thought the idea of desperate thugs on a hillside in the middle of
the night brandishing pieces of paper to prove that they were
entitled to bear arms, was particularly funny. It's not like that in
the Ku Klux Klan, for example.
And finally...
The Sydenham Mileses were in Glasgow at
the weekend, taking Alistair up for his first term at university.
James went to see St Peter's Partick, his first school. He was there for only a month before we moved to Leicester, Alexander for a whole
year – or was it two? It was a wonderful school, pretty rough, very
Glasgow. It is sad to see it like this.
I expect I would have chosen the same hat. I make an extra long 2x2 rib hat in worsted doubled for donation hats. (We have a Hats for the Homeless drive, and folks get to come in and choose their own hats and other stuff.) I had one almost done a friend loved so I gave it to her. She wears it all winter and calls it her homeless hat Not as fancy as the one in the photo.
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