Saturday 21st August, 2.48pm.

I am planting roses in the sun.

Thursday 19th August, 6.06pm

There are rumours of six weeks of rain.

Tuesday 17th August, 12.14pm

My back hurts.

Sunday 15th August, 6.56pm

Not at all certain how I missed two more days; but I did get to see the magnificent Glen Clova, so all is not lost.

Thursday 12th August, 11.37pm

Today has been a day of sunshine, old friends, dogs in the burn, laughter, and one quite unexpected compliment.

Wednesday 11th August, 7.48pm

I am trying very hard not to turn into a weather bore; I fear I am failing.

Tuesday 10th August, 9.19pm

Today I thought mildly about horticulture, American politics, public debt, the sheer loveliness of Timothy West, Islamaphobia, and the best way to cook a chicken breast.

Monday 9th August, 1.29pm

I have lost ten days because I had to go to a funeral and I left my computer behind; in some obscure way, the missing days make me wonder if this entire project has been rendered meaningless.