back from Scotland

scotland holiday 2006 - cow, originally uploaded by the pig wot flies.

Just a few pictures of Scotland on flickr at the moment, more to come when I get my films developed. This cow is walking along the road North of Gairloch towards a lighthouse, the name of which escapes me and which we never got to.

Scotland is beautiful, the weather wasn't warm, but it wasn't too wet either. We saw few midges in our first week (on the West coast, so plenty of sea breezes to blow them away) but rather a lot in our second week (on Skye). We walked, we picnicked, we drove about, we paddled in the sea, we sat on the beach and read, we knitted, we took photos, we ate curry rather a lot.

A good holiday, I'd say.

hello from Skye

I'm on Skye. It's beautiful. That's all you're getting 'cos my time's running out. More details and pics some time soon, I hope. Byee!

always the last to know

Probably. But, there's going to be a film of Beowulf! Next year! Woo!

Now I'm really going.

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

quack

duck, Ely, originally uploaded by the pig wot flies.

Something to amuse you while I'm away.

holiday minus 1

It was lovely to wake up this morning and realise this is my last day at work before my holiday. Hooray!

Last night I went to see Twelfth Night in Trinity Gardens with my housemates and a couple of Mel's friends. It was a lovely evening, if a little windy. We took a picnic and munched away before the play and during the interval. Watching Shakespeare outside feels like a very English way to spend a summer evening. Lovely.

On the way home, we cycled through the centre of town, down little alley ways, past King's College and over Parker's Piece. "We live here," I said, "Isn't that crazy?" And it's true. I'm growing to love Cambridge, it's odd and old and pretty. Last night, under clear starry skies and a full moon, it was beautiful.

Off to Scotland for a while, so most likely no blogging for the next couple of weeks. Have a good summer!

holiday minus 4

Ready to go away, but still at work and sleepy.

Yesterday was gorgeously hot and summery. After church, my housemates (Sophia and Mel) and I ate lunch in the back garden and then stayed there all afternoon, reading (Mel), sleeping (Sophia) and knitting (me). And it was good, so quiet and not too hot. There are three big trees next to the shed that provide a green canopy over about half the garden (dunno what sort of tree, must look it up). It's not a big garden, but it has a small lawn and buddleia and a passion flower plant and rosemary and lavender and other nice things AND we don't have to mow the lawn because our landlord's friend's son comes and gardens.

Wish I was there now.

piractical rumbustifications

Last night, I saw Pirates of the Caribbean - Dead Man's Chest and enjoyed every last swash and buckle and slimy creature and barnacle of it. It does suffer a bit from being the middle film of a trilogy, but if you can cope with the lack of tied-up ends, it's good fun. Johnny Depp steals the show as usual and poor Orlando Bloom just can't compete, but Keira Knightley gets to swagger around and Bill Nighy's great, despite being hidden under an octopus.

It seems I'm not the only one enjoying shipboard adventures. Geoffrey Chaucer has been living a piratical life.

time, time, time

Not enough of it, yet I waste it.

Too much to do at work.

Yet in so many things I seem to be wasting time or finding excuses for not doing things. Like making friends, joining things, cooking for other people, making the most of where I am.

Time is precious, but I need to learn to be generous with it.