The next two pages are the same blog as this one - it's the only way I could get the pics to follow in order! Part one of three:
Well yes indeed, the Purple One is now one week old, and a party is ON at Cesspit Cottages in the grounds. Lixtroll has been reported to have been out on the hills at twilight surrounded with fluttering bats, sitting calmly (hemhem) in the gentle pool of light spread by an old kerosene lamp on a rise amongst the larches, singing to the four dogs who sat entranced before her, the words of an old Steeleye Span song. Many of you will be familiar with the strains of ‘Black Jack Davey’, which she had somewhat adapted to suit her own mood:
“Late last night when the squire came home
Enquiring for his lady,
Some denied and some replied:
She’s off with Purple Davey.
Go mount me the very dark horse,
The grey was ne’er so speedy:
I’ll ride up hills and I’ll ride down dales,
‘Till I catch Purple Davey. . . etc.”
Her loud strains as he ‘rode up hill and rode down dale, over many a wild high mountain’, echoed near and far across the valley of the Dochart, causing not too much distress to the inhabitants and delighting the wildlife no end.
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5 comments:
The cauldron has stopped smoking now - but the bats are still coughing their quality in quantity
Love the picture of the trees. Blue eyed carpenter's eh! Toady
Hell, its all breaking news today -I did in fact feel a little mower envy but went out and stroked mine so am OK now - great story and pics. I reckon we can go to print soon. love mousie
Just been doing a big catch up on your blogs. Love the thought of you out in the hills with the bats!! Yes do please post some more of your pictures.
What great blog or 3, love your impressive photos!
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