I’ve been travelling around a bit today – up to the beautiful house which the diocese owns and lets to clergy and others at Croftcarnoch. It’s up on a wonderfully alpine hill above the A9 between Pitlochry and Blair Atholl and there are highland cattle on the road up to it. Why didn’t I bring my camera? Strange about the election – which is actually quite intense. But in Ireland, either North or South, there would be three election posters on every lampost. Here – almost nothing.
The house martens are back – swooping and diving on Poppy as if they had never been away.