Christo

@mccustard.bsky.social

Retired welfare rights worker & bookseller. Plant-based. Now gardening in South West Scotland & looking for hares on sunny evenings.

On 16 September 1962 I excitedly wrote in my diary "Tomorrow is Denise's party." On the 17th I wrote "Today is Denise's party," on the 18th "Yesterday was Denise's party" & on the 19th "The day before yesterday was Denise's party." Happy 70th birthday today, Denise, wherever you may be.

St Columba's Well, which is good to know. The well is in the woods by the village of Kirkcolm, which, of course, means Church of St Columba, just as Kirkcudbright is Church of St Cuthbert and Kirkcowan Church of St Couan. As far as I know there is no St By, St Lees or St Bymoorside.

It's an ancient well, in a wood.

On the north side of the Solway Firth you can see many a statue of Robert the Bruce. On the south side King Edward Longshanks stares back across the water. It wasn't just the Scots that Edward disliked, mind. On 18 July 1290 he issued an order expelling all of England's 16,000 Jews.

My front steps looked lovely on Saturday morning. Not so by the evening after a gale blew the flowers all over the garden and snapped the cosmos in half. Anyway, hello again darlings. Nice to be back.

Pre-gale. Front steps decorated with blooms of pink, white, orange, yellow and purple.

Achieved Nirvana today. Eating rhubarb pudding & drinking coffee in the sunshine, in a beautiful garden in my favourite town with my beloved by my side and this fluffy cat rubbing my leg. Wonderful. Came home to find neo-Nazis had shoved one of their grubby shitty leaflets through my letter box!

Fluffy haired ginger and white puss in the garden of Buns & Bakes, Wigtown.

St Andrews has so many historic buildings it would be asking too much to post pictures of even 10% of them. Just down the road, here's the gorgeous village of Crail.

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The 16th century round tower at Portpatrick stands next to St Andrew's Kirk, which hasn't been in use since 1842. It's a home for jackdaws nowadays, and might have been so for the last 184 years for all I know.

A pair of jackdaws by the ruined top section of the ancient tower in St Andrew's graveyard, Portpatrick.