Of Mice and Hens*

It is mouse weather - the attic space resounds to the sound of pattering feet. Well it does if you are awake but I am generally oblivious in the wee small hours when they are at their most scurrysome. We'll draw a veil over their fate, though, as sadly there are too many electrical cables up there to just let the beasties multiply undisturbed.

It's also hens deigning-to-lay-again weather. Two or three have started and with luck the others might catch on. After eating their weight in pellets many times over through the winter months it's the least they can do, to my mind.

And, it is quite definitely soup weather. Tonight's was a silky smooth sweet potato/carrot/spice conconction by Hugh. But on Sunday 16th March there will be several homemade wonders to choose from, accompanied by breads baked by real people...and in aid of a very good cause.

Hugh is building up his biking and hiking in preparation for 3rd and 4th May - a 31 mile cycle followed by 23 mile walk along the Great Glen between Fort William and Drumnadrochit
Probably includes some of these

Meantime I am pedalling too, though in rather more comfort. Legs a veritable blur as I spin up new yarns in time for St Abbs Woolfestival on 1st March 

And more indigo dyeing of lovely BLUE MOON yarns, of course, but I will spare you yet more blue wool pictures

And lest you think that every member of the household is being productive, I give you Ash and Midge, pictured from above as they focus on nothing very much in front of the stove

 * contrived? moi?