SUNNY SUNDAY. (02/11/14)

It has been a grand day, cooler than it has been so more in keeping with the season. The man flu is at it’s worst but I’m dosing myself with pomegranate and nettle tea laced with honey and of course a dash of eau de vie. I don’t really like fruit teas but it’s a way of making perfectly good whisky taste like medicine.

I couldn’t be bothered taking photographs on our walk which was just a quick hours loop through Tank Wood and up to the old well which I still haven’t found; it must be the fifth time I’ve gone looking for it. I’ll have to ask a local where it is exactly. I’ll ask the gorgeous mummy I saw in the butchers yesterday. I have instructions and know to go through two kissing gates so that bodes well.

I did stop in the old grave yard and had another look round.   I just love it and will come back for further investigation. It’s only a couple of feet tall and the one to the left is even smaller. It marks the grave of Janne Spence wife of Charles Ross who was a Sho maker. I don’t know what a shomaker is but looking at the header I would guess the mason didn’t know how to spell shovel. It dates from 1736 so he was probably just copying the text from something the priest had written. It obviously meant nothing to him as he just gets to the edge of the stone and carries on below. It is a beauty.

      The clock tower of Saint Andrew’s Moffat. It’s a wonderful building and I’ll see if I can get inside and give it a post of it’s own. I ought to have colour popped both clock faces but am not up to that today. I found this a hard ‘Pop’.

Have a good week whatever you are up to.