Mock Orange

Oranges won’t grow up here so this is the best we can do to get a similar lovely scent that is a reminder of driving through orange groves when we lived in Cyprus.

It’s been a quiet day. I was going to meet Ailie for a walk but she has a cold and wants to rest up. Which is more or less what we did, after a few jobs.

I have given up on the Joan Didion. It’s too near #1 daughter’s birthday and I always feel low at this time without trying to cope with someone else’s grief, no matter how well written. So I’m on a strange one for me - Frithjof Sarlen’s “None but the Brave”, a true story about Lief Larsen and the Shetland Bus. It’s of its time but nevertheless gripping and definitely not good for the blood pressure. However it is serving its purpose and transporting me to horrendous storms and derringdo in the North Sea during WW2. I just hope I don’t get drowning dreams.