Aberdeenshire has elected to go for ‘wintry drizzle’ this morning – not my first choice for our last Sunday North of the border, but at least there is a certain amount of consistency in the choice. 568 more words
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Greetings dear reader and welcome to the sun-drenched loveliness of the Rectory at Folla Rule.
You join me today in the garden, next to the fish-less pond, with views across the rolling fields of Aberdeen, where even the crows’ cacophony cannot blemish this spectacular spot; although I am ghoulishly confident that if I sit still long enough, one or more of them will take a dump on me in due course. 871 more words
I’m quite tired of the smell of Jeyes fluid if I’m honest.
As you approach the house from the garage, there’s a spot on the drive-way which completely reeks of said disinfectant where bikes, boxes and other embuggerances have been thrashed to death with pressure washers before being lavished with the gardeners anti-fungal cleaner of choice to the point that it makes your eyes water. 973 more words