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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages
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Enchantment
Enchantment yesterday, up the glen ……… small blue butterflies. I am no expert at identification but naming them is not required. All that matters is to smile and enjoy.
Dental update
Interestingly, my fill-in dentist was a very nice young woman from Poland. She only asked questions while she was looking me in the face and offered an alternative to an extensive drilling and refilling procedure. It was a concentrated fluoride … Continue reading
Dentist
A semi-urgent visit to the dentist is on the agenda for this afternoon. A couple of my teeth are a bit fragile and one of them seems to be more fragile than is good for it. Unfortunately my own dentist … Continue reading
Eating my words
Have been spending the morning recovering from watching Andy Murray’s epic tennis match of yesterday evening. Obviously, I have to eat humble pie for my post of 24th June. But I doubt I can bear to watch his next tie … Continue reading
Sounds of the moment
There are several songs of the moment: the cheeriest is the theme tune from New Tricks Great TV reruns too. [youtube:http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=nzVm_jh8AkA]
Film of the week
Managed to watch a film during the week, despite all the tennis. It deserves a thumbs up. A good year with Russel Crowe and director Ridley Scott. One of these films that leaves a warm and fuzzy feeling but without … Continue reading
Wildlife watch
As well as the deer there has been an array of birds, fledglings and parents. The sparrow hawk has been absent I am glad to say, especially as favourite visitors of the moment are a woodpecker parent (Mrs I think) … Continue reading
Double trouble
Two stags for Misty to be concerned about last night! Thankfully, she was indoors which meant she could be brave without actually having to do anything more than posture and growl. This is getting to be a nightly habit. Oh … Continue reading
Work and pleasure
Work and pleasure are strange concepts when one is retired. Today I am having a meeting to do with a forthcoming marriage at which I have agreed to officiate. It is back in my last parish, which is a first … Continue reading
Confession is good for the soul
OK – I confess it: I have been watching Wimbledon. Ideal conditions, drizzle here in Dalamory and fair down south. Nice to see Andy Murray win his first round match in three sets, but I still feel like shaking him. … Continue reading