And Santa Bond gets an entry all of his very ownsome.....

Gymkhana Time

Piccies say it all really but it must be noted that Toby is on a lead rope for very good reasons. Unfilmed (by me anyway) Clyde had previously unseated Toby who re mounted only to be bucked and cantered wildly round the ring whilst staying seated For everyone's peace of mind a lead rope it was, the same with Rosie's mount Barra. They were both considerably disturbed by the presence of one of their friends dressed as a reindeer which set off all the trouble in the first place....Scary ears indeed.

Boxing Day Walk

A wonderful relief from the cooking and drinking duties (the two go hand in hand with me at festive times of year) as the children and I headed up into the hills. This means a very steep start that we timed (22minutes) and then a walk around a lovely Loch at the top on a crytal clear day. The dogs were doggily appreciative, the world up there is so different, no trees to speak of and moorland stretching away over to Loch Awe. We left the cobwebs on the top, along with the ghost of Freya's srisps which she dropped almost as soon as she opened them...even happier dogs.

Ho, Ho, Ho, trimming the tree and all that jazz.

Time to drag a poor healthy tree into the house and burden its braches with baubles and tinsel.....we love it! Toby was instructed to remove Santa from his painful perch and restore the Angel at once......The pictures were taken just shortly before the tree gracefully bent over to a 45'angle and had to be shored up with the heaviest kitchen weights I have. It still has a bit of a list to it.

Freya's Thursday

First a musical end to The Nativity Play....then rush home to make truffles for Christmas Presents. In the morning Garret, Howard, Myrna and I joined with John, Dilla and others including the duke and young dukelets to plant bluebell bulbs for next years Bluebell Festival...they are already spectacular but a few more will be even better!

From dancing to running in just 10hrs

Change of pace and change of clothes for the inaugural Santa Sprint with jogscotland. A family event with a rather strange theme for this time of year. Toby full of unsocialble germs and so left home alone but the girls did brilliantly. Well done to all.

Vegetarians avert thy gaze.

A fast and furious night out last night at Brenfield, home of friends one of whom has reached that big 40...I wonder what that feels like. I guess I shall just have to wait a few more years to find out........ The celebrations were held in a barn, with bar and the biggest cooker you have ever seen welded together by the birthday boy and friends,large enough for a whole cow. They know this for sure as they had one in there for a wedding recently but we were more modest with merely three sheep. The burners beneath blazed and kept the ceilidh dancers warm. There is nothing like a good old scottish dance with the kilts swirling, the boots stomping and the pipes skirling away. The bar was busy all night but less busy once the dancing started as you just canny twist and drink. The dancers were far too fast to get many photos of but here is one and the magnificent cooker.