Lightly Poached
“It had been the sort of day when, since it was impossible to work in the hay, Bruach women felt justified in catching up with their washing or in baking a mountain of scones and oatcakes; a day when Bruach men, anxious to get away from such activity, chose to foregather in the doorway of a neighbour’s barn or byre in the hope of being able to pass the time by watching someone else at work. For me it had been a relatively lazy day which, now that evening was thickening the mist, was going, I sus...pected, to leave me as tired at the end of it as if I had spent it raking and carrying hay. I had finished my evening meal and had put the sewing machine on the cleared table intending to put ‘sides to middle’ a sheet which had worn thin, but so dim was the light in the kitchen I had to use a magnifying glass to thread the needle. For over two months now I had not needed to light a lamp in the evenings and I felt if I lit one now it would be like betraying what was left of the summer. I decided to leave the sheet mending for another evening and go to call on Janet at whose house there would undoubtedly be some sort of ceilidh in progress.MoreLess
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