I am spending the weekend in a log cabin at Llangollen
It is middle child’s 40th birthday. How the heck have I got a child aged 40? Any how I digress. A few friends and family are away for the weekend in lovely Llangollen. The log cabins are really nice and fully equipped with a hot tub. There are squirrels, ducks and birds enjoying the winter landscape.
Toby dog (one of the family) is slightly obsessed with the scenery as Cyril the squirrel keeps coming to the window to say hello.
The hot tub is being well used.
I recently celebrated a birthday ( yes another one!) and because we were visiting the Lake District, Cumbria, I wanted to re visit the Castlerigg Stone Circle on my special day. It’s a good walk over fields and along hedgerow lined lanes to this National Trust property. The stone circle is like a HUGE birthday cake with stone candles on. It is situated in a beautiful bowl shaped area surrounded by lovely fells and mountains. On this special autumnal day the sky was blue, sun was shining and sheep were causing mayhem! All was good in my moment of time along with the thousands of moments of time there must have existed at this historic site.
The Neolithic British Isles refers to the period of British, Irish and Manx history that spanned from circa 4000 to circa 2,500 BCE. The final part of the Stone Age in the British Isles, it was a part of the greater Neolithic, or “New Stone Age”, across Europe.
This is a famous monument in a dramatic location, surrounded by mountains. The main circle has 38 large stones, some standing 3 metres (10 feet) high. The entrance seems to line up with the midwinter sunset. It’s one of Britain’s earliest stone circles, about 5,000 years old, and has been officially protected since 1883. However it gets so many visitors that conservation is an everpresent concern! Managed by the National Trust and English Heritage.
Location: Grid ref NY291236. 2.5 kilometres (1.6 miles) south east of Keswick off the A591. Limited parking near site.
Life is assuming a normal rhythm after a difficult summer. But what is normal? Mum has gone, summer is waning, Hubs has gone walking and Benji Dog has a sore head! I seem to be overcome with the urge to sort out everything. Now this is NOT normal! I have discarded most of my clothes, no not the ones I’m wearing!. I have sent six bags of older clothes to local charity shops. The ( spare ) wardrobe can now breath. I haven’t even started on the main wardrobe.
Hubs has gone on a long planned holiday with the ” boys” I use that word in the loosest sense. He has been lovely this summer whilst I retired to my cave to mourn. He even bought a new spare bed when the Grand children found it didn’t work as a trampoline. This is maybe what has given me the urge to sort everything out or maybe it’s a reaction to loosing Mum.
Benji dog had a visit to the vet yesterday at vast expense. It’s seems that whilst running through undergrowth up the hill he has torn the skin on his forehead and got an infection. He’s very sad but I’m not sure if that’s because Hubs has left him behind or he feels sorry for himself.
I have been looking for my craft mojo and think that I might have found it, probably hiding under the broken bed. I have found mountains of wool. Well not found it, I always knew it was there. I have collected it all together and sorted out a new project for when the current one is finished. I have put it all into one of those bags where you suck the air out for storage. OK the Hoover sucks it out!
Whilst clearing out the wardrobe and looking for my craft mojo I accidentally weighed myself. I will say now more just bring on the lettuce. Now THAT is normal!
A few weekends ago lovely Step Grandaughter came to stay. She brought with her a mini sewing machine so that I could show her how to sew! Never one to miss an opportunity I showed her how to sew along side me whilst I made her the dress in the previous blog. Get ’em young I say! I honestly think that if you show a child how to craft when they are young it will stay with them for ever. I am eternally grateful to my Mum and Grandmother for showing me how to sew. Those were the teenage days when I bought fabric on a Saturday morning, made a mini shift dress on a Saturday afternoon and wore it to the Co Op Hall on a Saturday night. Ah well I digress!
Despite a broken arm some weeks ago lovely Step Grandaughter was dashing away with her sewing machine. She designed and made a long length of bunting.
She struggled on valiantly making Benji dog a neckerchief. Benji was a willing model but thought it very odd to be taken for a walk wearing anything more than a lead.
She also made an eye mask to help her sleep! There was an attempt at mittens for the ever patient Benji dog but he did draw the line at modelling them.
We both had a lovely time designing haute couture ( for the dog) and sewing for much of the weekend. I strongly suspect that she will be back! I must think of some good projects. Maybe she will have her own design ideas after all Quant and Kidston started somewhere.
This is it! This is why I crocheted my recent blanket (or is it Afghan or is it a throw?). The Coastal coloured blanket is now in my campervan and very nice too! Hubs did suggest that I made another one for the other seat! Doesn’t he realise that it took me six months? Not the fastest crocheter in the West!
We are currently in our favourite spot in the Lake District, Cumbria. On Monday we walked to Ashness Bridge, a beautiful beauty spot, and the right distance for me. Ashness bridge provided the perfect spot for our picnic and a rest.
As we tracked through The Big Wood and around Walla Crag we had multiple stunning views of Derwentwater. The sun was shining and hot and all was good in our World. We left Ashness Bridge to walk down to the Lake. Here we sat on a jetty and waited for Keswick Launch. In its own time it arrived and we sailed back to Keswick Town.
A lovely stunning day. One of the best!
I must point out that this is the second time that I’ve written this blog. The first was lost in the ether! Ahh the secrets of WordPress.com
Good morning dear readers, and a Happy New Year to you all.
The year hiccuped to an early start today when I awoke and remembered that no one had told Benji dog that it was a New Year! He didn’t realise that I’d been celebrating in the “local” so hey ho! Off we went on our first dawn walk of the New Year.
He looks so serious doesn’t he? He doesn’t like posing for photos but he does so because he knows he will get a treat! Benji dog is the best behaved dog and is so easily bribed. He also loves walking, treats, running, bribery, and food. I must remember next New Years Eve to tell ( or bribe) him to have a lie in on New Years Day!
On a visit to North Yorkshire I’m in charge of Gorgeous Granddaughter and Delightful Dog. The dog is a Six month old pup and into everything.He is a West Highland Terrier named Toby. Toby loves to watch TV especially when there are dogs on the screen. He would also like to learn to crochet but running off with the wool is no way to get round me!
Today Hubs and Benji dog planned to walk up Skiddaw. One of the well known Lake District challenging walks or hikes in Cumbria UK.
That is until they saw the mist. Or rather couldn’t see the mountain. The sensible plan was to walk low(er) level and leave me to indulge one of my favourite hobbies -shopping. This action plan was carried out and I shopped, went into cafes and scoured charity shops. Bliss! I was amazed to find that I’d walked more than five miles. It just shows how far serious shopping can take you!
Magical Misty Moments in Cumbria Lake District UK
Because of the lovely weather forecast, a good hotel deal and the only free weekend this side of Christmas Hubs and I have arrived in Keswick Cumbria. OK so we have been to Keswick seven or eight times this year but so what? To day we walked Benji dog around Buttermere Lake. It was misty and gloriously beautiful.
The circular route is about five miles long and fairly easy. Benji enjoyed it!
We stopped at Honister Slate mine where they make amazingly good soup. We weren’t disappointed!
We enjoyed the mystical scenery and the weather forecast was so good that we booked a third night at the hotel when we got back for dinner.hotel,
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. (John Keats)
There is no greater Autumnal pleasure than a walk down a country lane (me!)
This lane leads away from my cottage and up the hill. This Autumn day it was extra specially gorgeous. The blossom was blowing in the air like confetti. As I walked up the hill I found a bounty of Blackberries not yet eaten by the birds. I picked some and left some for the birds to share.
I was scratched, nettled and happy. My fingers were a delicious shade of purple. Benji dog thought it a good idea to steal some from my box but I rescued enough to make a pot of jam or jelly.
Ive only just learned the difference between jam and jelly! Jam you cook with the sugar until set. Jelly you cook only the berries, strain and then add sugar and cook until set. Both are delectable.