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Well, we're only at the beginning of September yet, but it is surprising how the days will slip by, and after October, we'll be ino the first month of winter.

Depending on the weather we would have then, the latter days of the year might not be quite congenial as to the spirit of the person: dark days, with lowering skies , rain, wind snow and frost. As a growing boy, these conditions didn't cause me undue concern as the warmth of a sturdy croft house provided my early years with a felling of comfartable well being, not felt in the same way , I'm sure, by my elders as they attended to the various reqirements peculiar to good husbandry; cold wet and demanding in the different climatic conditions.

The winter night time was the great provider of suitable, and much appreciated relief from the toils of the seniors while the juniors wallowed in the warmth of the kitchen stove while playing all sorts of delightful games at the table or on the fireside rug. The older residents often enjoyed draughts and dominoes. Infact the winters night with the windows well curtained to obstruct the dakness an atmosphere of considerable satisfaction prevailed.

There are now almost six decades since I had the woderful feelings of contentment in the gloomy days of the year. This year, much later, I hope to direct my attention to the art of music, also indulged in in the past days, I speak of, usually performed on the Highland Bagpipes or the practise chanter. I never had the good fortune of aquiring any such a skill, but this winter I am determined to make a start on the intricate process to some proficency on this my native instrument, though usually a more tender age is recommended. Anyway, it is going to be my fireside passtime as the wind howls beyond the gable end. Really, does it matter if the nostalgic appreciation rears up again wheather one is 9 or 90 yrs of age.