I used to think

That the perfect job would be to be a postman. Lots of walking and fresh air , people waving cheerily as you passed. This was before I did a stint delivering yellow pages around Oban and had to contend with snappy dogs and customers and nearly had my finger severed by the letter box of the Catholic church manse. Still, I must have given off postie vibes as not long after we moved to Abernethy I was asked if I would be one of the deliverers of the quarterly village magazine. Well, let me tell you, the shine has definitely worn off any fantasies I had about a postman's life. I deliver them around our estate which is tres boring, the only good bit being when I take one to the farm at the top of the hill which has a fantastic view across the village and grumpy looking sheep. This is the amazing tree in their garden, which we can see from our house as well.