Fib

Am enjoying lighting the breakfast advent candle, at least this way I have some idea of what day it is.  In theory.

My mother was all taken with St Andrews too, and on our catch-up phone call, was reminiscing about her childhood holidays at Upper Largo in the 1930s.  Mostly, the walk down to Lower Largo to get to the beach.  One thing led to another, there was Googling, and the upshot is, we’ve booked a cottage for a week next Spring, to explore the ancient Kingdom of Fife.  Which was apparently known as ‘Fib’ in Pictish times.  Although, I’d like to know how they know that.  Am in the process of investigating bus trips hither and yon.  In my view, a much more natural way to enjoy family togetherness.  No resentment whatsoever.  (Unless you take too long in the shower in the morning.  But a nice lunch and a lovely walk soon dissipates that energy).

While I was at it, was so lifted by the Artist Textile exhibition that I also booked a couple of their events for February; a class entitled, ‘How to draw like a fashion designer’ and a talk.  I don’t want to be or to draw like, a fashion designer, but trying different creative processes almost always fires up fresh ideas, for writing as well as painting, so is a good and healthy thing.  Also good to have some events to look forward to over the long winter nights.   

Last Saturday was Huntly farmer’s market, sadly storm Darragh stopped play.  The bookshop was hosting a talk by a Scottish historian who wrote about the vital role of women in The Jacobite Rebellion.  Such as the role of the postmistress, passing messages to and from the rebels, right under the Duke of Cumberland’s nose. 

No fib.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fife

https://www.maggiecraig.co.uk/non-fiction/damn-rebel-bitches