It's been a funny sleepy sort of week here at the cottage, neither me nor John have been sleeping well, but in the day I am so sleepy, yet in the night the same waking up over and over. I am sure it has something to do with the solar activity we have been having the past week or so. Speaking of which we were fortunate to see the aurora borealis on Sunday night, a first for both of us, although they are a regular sight on Orkney due to us being so far north. Up hear they are called "the Merry Dancers" isn't that a lovely name.
Even the weather has been more changeable than usual. Last night we were sitting huddled in front of the fire listening to the gales lashing the hail against the windows, yet today I have been pottering in the garden, pulling up dead growth, sun beaming down and not a breeze.
Don't think I will bother with one of those "daily outfits" on here, my attire usually consists of leggings/jeans and wellies. In fact both pairs of wellies now need replacing as they are both split. Not surprising as they are worn, in the garden, for letting out chooks, fetching,the post, going to town, walking round tescos lol.
You know you live in the country when you see people walking round tescos in boiler suits and wellies, or parking their tractors up outside the local shop and no one bats an eye.
Last night we celebrated Burns night with our fist Haggis of the year. We love haggis in this house, and being in Scotland they sell them all year round rather than just in January like in England. Burns night is on the 25th of January every year and celebrates the birthday of Scotland's famous poet Robert Burns, with celebrations all over Scotland paying tribute with meals of Haggis with Neeps & Tatties (clapshot), yumm.