Sunday, June 29, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
(here) is a sellout all summer.
With a clean bill of health, my wee Mazda 2 seemed almost to be smiling when we got back to Skip. Four years old already!
The hostas in the containers reminded me that I haven't talked much about the garden recently. It's not been neglected!
The growth recently is best described as 'lush'. I don't actually remember planting these poppies in this bed though!
The two big containers are coming on well. Here's one. The surfinias always do well, with the geraniums still some ways to go.
Photos © Skip Cottage
Monday, June 09, 2014
Gumball 3000! This sees a variety of unusual cars, and drivers, set off from Miami Beach, destination Ibiza. Yesterday's stage was from Edinburgh to Manchester and on to London.
You don't need to be short of a bob or two to take part, and I think it helps to be completely bonkers! Lots of celebrities driving rare cars down the M74 doesn't happen every day.
Standing watching the traffic hurtling down the road, brought back memories of travel south from Scotland in the 1950s. Yes, that's me above, wearing my kilt, and standing in front of my dad's Austin Devon. I'm thinking this will be around 1952.
Our annual family holiday was usually to Morecambe, and I looked forward to it immensely. We left home as early as possible on the Saturday to head south on the A74. No motorways back then. The main road went through the centre of Lockerbie, and that was often our first break.
The biggest hurdle was getting over Shap, and if successfully accomplished without the radiator boiling over, then Kendal was usually the next stop. If we were lucky, we were driving along the front at Morecambe by late afternoon or early evening, after at least eight hours on the road. It was a major trip.
I don't remember the Devon, but I do remember my father's next car, an Austin Somerset. My box of old family photos does not have a photo of this car, but I always look out for one when I visit classic car shows.
I have a memory of seeing the sign to 'Newton Wamphray' as we passed through Annandale on the A74, along what is now the B7076, the service road for the motorway. "Strange name", I thought, "I wonder who lives there?" Its been home to me now for a while, twelve years!
Nostalgia over for today.
Pics © Skip Cottage
Friday, June 06, 2014
The painting, which has been beautifully restored, is the centrepiece of the 'Playing for Scotland: The Making of Modern Sport' exhibit, and is on indefinite loan to the National Galleries. It gave me immeasurable pleasure to see the painting on the wall. It was back in 2006 that I revealed in the Scottish Curler that the painting was likely to go for auction, without the members of the Royal Caledonian Curling Club being properly consulted. To cut a long story short, the painting was saved, money was raised for its restoration, and now it is available for all to see.
What was the Linlithgow Grand Match? Read about it here.
After some minutes, the problem was rectified. However, the incident took the gloss off what I had hoped would be an enjoyable experience.
Photos © Skip Cottage, with thanks to a member of staff at the NPG who took the top photo for me!