Walk down to the Blue Song for usual Friday afternoon gathering. Downhill in sunshine going. Uphill and just after sunset on the way back. Actually not technically after sunset, which is now 16:45, but living on the north slope of a mountain range means the sun disappears slightly before “sunset”.
Pass the newly replaced transformer pole. The old one still lying by the side of the road. Must have been replaced just in time. Part of it looks like one huge splinter.
Think our gathering is vaguely in the process of moving from summer to winter time but no need to hurry the process. Most of us are retired anyway.
Criegan not here today. Down with some kind of bronchial infection, which Beverley refers to as “lurgy” illness. Interested, as always, in words, and pursue it later online. It is, as she said, frequently northern English. Sometimes Scots, as are many northern English terms. But popularised by the Goon Show as “the dreaded lurgy” - which makes its general use a little too late for my family to have used it.