A Wee Roundup

On the last day of the year, I’ve given myself a good talking to. Over the last 12 months there has been a dearth of running , adventures, and energy. No reason other than allowing myself to wallow. The biggest revelation as far as my husband is concerned, is that I still take a dip in the sea, early on a Monday morning. For this, I blame Running Girl. I go only for her protection - I worry that she may get picked up by the police, lurking in the bushes at an early hour…….


I mean, it all started quite normal.


Last January went well by running 100 miles over that month. I next ran in April - once. Then once in May. I intend to do 100 miles in January this year but might have to walk the first 50 to build up a bit of stamina. I went out on the bike a couple of times and Curly invited me to a musical afternoon across the loch. I took the bike and she took the Dodgem….


Social isolation seemed to suit my mood this year, but I did step out now and then to be reminded that girl company is the best….


And after a long and cold winter…..


sunshine can bring beloved friends from the deep south…….


Eastie Bestie persuaded me that a trip to Carol Doolittle in Glen Tilt, would do me good - which it did.


Inspired by Carol’s Dollittle approach to the countryside, I wanted to prove myself worthy by rounding up the goats and showing them who’s boss.


A powerful stance will totally intimidate them…….


Although it wouldn’t matter what stance you took, Dennis the Goat is not intimidated by anyone.


Carol Dolittle is great mates with Mr Brown the donkey and is confident she can persuade him to carry the gin out to a bothy night in the spring. I’ll be back for that, if Dennis doesn’t run me out the glen.

Friends and family are always important and worth making the effort for.


We couldn’t have been more impressed and proud of the dedication that got her here.


And getting the neighbours over to watch a film was always worth the effort though melting their wedding ‘his and her’ blankets on the stove was careless of me and I’ve said I’m sorry - more than once.


Where would we be if European friends couldn’t come and work here? Well, the least of it would be not getting orange soup, that’s for sure, and we’ll soon find out how much worse it will become.


We live in an amazing country, where Granny’s rock. There is no excuse for not getting out and making so much more of it. No more excuses. 100 mile January starts tomorrow.

Happy, more active New Year. It’s worth the effort.