Life

Sunrise
Life seems to be getting in the way of blogging at the moment. Which, as certain folk will quickly point out, is better than death getting in the way of it..... The main consolation I can draw from this is that life is giving me many, many photos to post on quieter days. And when the day draws to an end ----

Sunset

 

Of sunsets, sunrises and shirts

It is worth coming to the Outer Hebrides just to see the sunsets and sunrises. In summer you have to stay up late to catch the former and be up very early to see the latter.


On Monday night the sun dropped below the skyline of Lower Bayble just as I ws on my way to bed but I had a lie in until 6.00 am on Tuseday so the sun was already well up over Bayble Bay. By 6.15 a.m. GB was on his knees in his dressing gown pulling blanket weed out of the pond. I've spared you (and him) a photo. But then he might have retaliated as I was wandering around in a weird assortment of clothing.

I commented, half jokingly, on my Hebridean blog the other day about a friend wearing a corporate green shirt instead of his usual white ones. Needless to say he looked very neat and smart but there is a certain something about the wearing of a crisp white shirt that makes a man stand out. When I worked I wore a shirt and tie all the time and on special occasions I would wear a white shirt but for most of the time I wore a lightly patterned or slightly coloured one. I don't think I realised at the time the difference that a white shirt can make. Nowadays I hardly ever wear a formal shirt - favouring instead the casual polo shirt or occasionally a T-shirt. Suits have been replaced by casual trousers and jumpers or cardigans. For a slightly warmer outdoor wear I can usually be seen in tracksuit tops. It occurs to me that a change back to shirts and ties may not be a bad thing. Whether I shall do it or not remains to be seen.


The showery day led to a couple of rainbows in the afternoon. This first one was a broad band well out to sea, towards the mainland.



The second rainbow was a complete one across Broad Bay with part of it a double rainbow. It was very impressive.


By the time the third rainbow appeared I was getting a bit blase about them. But the fourth one seemed to end in the garden before gradually moving out to sea.


I've never seen so many rainbows in one afternoon before. With all those pots of gold around perhaps I should check my lottery ticket.
 

Baby, it’s cold outside

We are down to minus 2° (that’s Celsius in the UK – about 28.4°F) and it feels it. We haven’t been above freezing for two days now. The frost has stayed on the hedges all the time and the roads are icy. Seeing as we are suburban and near the sea breezes that’s pretty cold for us. I dread to think what it’s like feeding the animals on the Welsh Hills. (Talking of which you should see the brilliant ice bullets from the hose on Mopsa’s Devon farm).


I am forever complaining that we cannot see the sky from our house. Tall house, tall trees, tall hedges with tall buildings (Doctor’s surgery and nursing home) right up against our boundaries. Last night, sitting in the conservatory doing a late afternoon crossword with Jo I decided that the little spot of blue that I had been watching all day had turned a noticeable shade of orange. So I went upstairs, stood on the bed and literally hung the camera out of the top of the study window to see the sunset. Wonderful. If only we could see it without doing yoga!

Meanwhile, Jo is off to find her passport to visit Don...