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The Cappieshill, the ancient barrow mound across the road from my gate.
Welcome to a blog about my life, my home, my pets, my hobbies, my learning to live a new life with an autoimmune disease and about Just Life.

I am Brenda, I live with my husband Paul, our two chocolate Labrador dogs, maggie or Madam Madpants, Mister Jones Esquire, The Mister our F4 Savannah cat, Ralph the rooster and his women.

We live rurally in a beautiful part of NE Scotland, we are both Welsh, but love and call this place home.

I aim to post often, hope you find it interesting enough to follow, feedback, comment and come back again and again.
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