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  • Scotland, Day 3

    We did a few things on day three, but it started out with another picture-perfect morning:

    Troup Head and Gannets

    Our hike over Troup Head started among the barley fields and eventually led to a cliffside trail, where said cliff was home to a huge gannet colony. We could see them flying out over the water, and every so often we could get a view of the cliffs themselves, covered in birds.

    We made two more stops on the drive home to check out some historic ruins: the stone circle on top of Aikey Brae, and the ruins of Deer Abbey.

    Aikey Brae Standing Stones

    This was a short drive from the Troup Head trailhead, and a short walk from our parking spot brought us to a sort of mini-Stonehenge where we ate our lunch — the site was built maybe 4000 years ago, and used for a few centuries in some way connected with lunar observations before falling into disuse. It was kind of neat, but I was disappointed to not get any vibes off the place.

    Deer Abbey

    Deer Abbey is the name of a monastery founded in the 12th century. It was converted into a manor home in the 16th century, eventually fell into ruin and is now a historic site. We stopped here on the drive home for a quick walk around.

    Our Hike To Crovie

    We did this hike later in the day, starting from Gardenstown.

    Crovie is the next fishing town over, less than a mile to the east of Gardenstown along the beach. There used to be a road atop a seawall between the towns, but that washed away maybe 75 years ago, leaving a footpath accessible at low tide. There is also a footpath along the cliff, from the upper village at Gardenstown to the road into Crovie just outside of town, we walked this path to Crovie and took the beach path home. (I think this is one of Donna’s daily hikes when she’s there.)


  • Dolmen

    Well, the stone roof for my father’s final home has finally been installed. They put the gravestone in place sometime last week, and Mom and I visited the gravesite on Monday. It looks really good:

    It was good to finally see it in place. Dad’s actual burial place will no longer be a guess, it’s a real milestone on our way to closure, and it turned out really nice. Mom loved it.

    It was a good day to be at the cemetery too: quiet, sunny and autumnal, it left me feeling peaceful and introspective. I’d been feeling Dad’s death a little harder recently, especially after hearing the stone was finished; seeing it for myself made me feel a bit better.


  • RIP Dr. Patrick Sewards

    I went to physical therapy on Wednesday and the place was closed: on the door was a notice that Dr Sewards, aka Dr Pat, aka Doc, had passed away a few days before. His obituary can be found here.

    I don’t know when and why Anne first went to Dr. Pat, but she recommended him to me almost ten years ago for my knee. He was an orthopedic surgeon who almost always recommended against surgery unless absolutely necessary, and advocated motion and exercise for almost all bone/joint problems. His office was mostly a gym, with a bunch of greybeards like myself working our muscles and joints to 60’s-era rock. (Strangely enough, this office was in the building that used to be the West End Community Center, where PPRAC had a bunch of meetings and parties — my last time there, before Dr. Sewards took over about a decade ago, was for Janna’s 50th birthday.)

    Dr Sewards gave both Anne and me excellent treatment and advice, and he helped lot of other people too. He was also very inspiring — he overcame some serious injuries himself, back in his youth. I don’t know what’s going to happen with his practice, without him it probably can’t continue the way it is now. His passing left a big hole in the world.


  • Scotland, Day 2

    This was our first full day in Scotland. John had some home-buying business to attend to, so we hung out mainly with Donna. We took a drive to the next town over to get some shopping done, then in the afternoon we went on a hike up to the ruins of St John’s Kirk.

    These first shots are what greeted us in the morning, the view from our cottage:

    On the way to/from our shopping destination, we stopped to admire the Scottish countryside, and also to take a photo that I think Donna’s been itching to take for years…

    These next photos are from our hike up to St John’s Kirk, a ruined church (and still maintained cemetery) dating from about 1500-1600. Our route was on a trail up through a small gorge, known locally as the “Bloody Pits” because that’s where the locals threw the bodies after defeating a Viking invasion around AD 1000. Incredible views of the landscape, the North Sea and the village below as well as the kirk.

    We had dinner that night at their rental cottage, one of the last nights they would be in it.


  • Scotland, Day 1

    These are just some photos from our first day in Scotland, which was mostly a travel day. We’d flown overnight to London, and from there to Aberdeen where John & Donna picked us up for the drive to Gardenstown, about an hour away on rural roads.

    The first photo (from inside the car) is of recently harvested barley fields, which dominated the landscape on the way to the village. Other shots are of us at the local pub, and various evening shots around town.


  • Well Look What The Cat Dragged In!

    Hi I’m back, in more ways than one:

    • My broken arm/shoulder is healed. I’ve been out of the sling since the start of September, and have been doing PT several times a week ever since. Most mobility/flexibility is back, strength is almost back to normal (for most movements), and the pain is gone except for the occasional twinge.
    • We had our big East Coast party for Ben & Jennie, hosted by Anne’s sister at her family property outside Tamaqua. This was sort of a belated wedding party for their East Coast friends and relatives, a “welcome to the area” party, and a “thank you” to all the people who helped them, financially and in other ways, after the big fire. Catered BBQ, a big tent and a dance floor, even a few porta-johns… no expense was spared! There were probably just north of a hundred people, and it was a two-day blowout. (We were going to camp with everyone else, but I was still in my sling at the time, so we went home and came back with coffee in the morning.)
    • We went on vacation to Gardenstown (Aberdeenshire, Scotland) to visit our friends John & Donna, who vacation there every year — they actually closed on a house while we were visiting. Scenic hikes, whisky tours, and a lot of sitting around enjoying the incredible views. I’ll be posting photos soon.
    • I’m back on the bike. I’ve done a few rides in the past week or so, and things seem to be OK, though I keep admonishing myself to pay more attention to the road surface… I’ve been riding the touring bike, which really has been my go-to lately anyway since the MTB needed work — I was planning to bleed the brakes before I fell, but that had to be put on hold until the arm healed. I brought the bike up to spec about a week ago, and I’ll probably take it out on the towpath tomorrow.
    • We got back yesterday from an overnight trip up to Homer, NY with our friends Jan & Marty, to see Iris DeMent at the local art/music venue. Jan & Marty have a cabin just outside of town, and it was nice to finally get to see it.

    Plenty more has happened in the past two months I’m sure, but those are the things that come most immediately to mind.


  • Some Exciting News

    Life, and the pavement, can sometimes come at you fast… I took a spill on a road ride Monday, hit the deck and broke my shoulder. Helical fracture of the humerus.

    I caught a crack or pothole right in front of Lost River Canyons just outside Hellertown, about 3/4 of the way through what was, up to that point, a beautiful ride: I got up early, broke out the road bike fresh from a full bike store tune-up (it had been sitting unused for a year), and was enjoying a perfect summer morning on the bike.

    But then: splat. I knew I was hurt as soon as I hit the ground. Some guy in the parking lot helped me out, and I called BIL Joe who took me to the hospital. X-rays, painkillers, sling, yadda yadda; I saw the orthopedic surgeon yesterday who advised against surgery (I got the same advice from the ER guys). I just need a few weeks in the sling and then rehab.

    So here I am! The pain subsided enough that I stopped taking the pills, now its like having a headache in my arm, and I have some mobility problems but I’m on the road to being OK. If I don’t go stir crazy first…


  • Earwigs

    Posted on by Don

    Earwigs — that’s what was blocking our mini-split head the other day. The unit was dripping condensate (again) so we put in for a service call, and the technician found the condensate line clogged with dead earwigs. Ewwww!

    The tech cleaned it out and put some anti-algae enzyme tablets on the condenser pan to keep things clean, and our system is back up and running.

    In other news, I got my road bike back, tuned up and with a new small chain ring. I took it for a very short test ride today — felt great — and may do a longer ride, a real ride, tomorrow.


  • A Thousand Wordles

    Posted on by Don

    So yesterday I did my thousandth Wordle, and I paused to look at my stats:

    GuessesQuantity
    11
    245
    3375
    4416
    5134
    619
    Fail (the “seventh guess”)10

    My final average was 3.73 guesses per Wordle.

    I’m not sure if this the end of the line for my Wordling, or just a milestone — I’m guessing the latter, because I did another one this morning.


  • That Was A Week

    Posted on by Don

    We (us, and Ben & Jennie) started the weekend before last by driving down to Philly on Friday morning for Russ & Mimi’s wedding. We met Joe & Laura at the Italian Market, got lunch and did some exploring, then checked in at our hotel. Dinner was at Khyber Pass, and we all hung out (with yet more family members) at Penn’s Landing later.

    Saturday we started with the “No Kings” protest, then got lunch and then went to the wedding celebration, which involved a bus trip to Fort Mifflin, a revolutionary-era fort right next to the airport and basically in the middle of nowhere despite being in the city. What a weird and interesting place! We ended up dancing to a DJ in an underground bunker.

    This weekend was a trip with the family to Rehoboth beach. Ben and Jennie again, plus Emmi, Kyle and Iris. Fun and sun, some time at the beach and some time with Iris at the timeshare’s pool, and lots of hanging out and cooking in our weekend condo. We got home yesterday afternoon.

    (We stopped for lunch, both on the way there and the way back, in the town of New Castle. Very cool and charming place.)

    I am currently just hanging inside, hiding from the heat and doing post-vacation laundry/chores.