I recently went away with my Darling Daughter and Gorgeous Grandson in Damnvan1. We were travelling to Criccieth and decided to have a picnic lunch at Dolwyddelan Castle near to Betwys y coed. I have wanted to visit this castle for some time. It was built in the 13th century by Llewelyn the Great prince of Gwynedd and North Wales.
We had a fine picnic sheltering from the rain in Damnvan1. The castle consists of just one ruined tower but to explore further seemed a good idea. We all needed the toilet so we walked up the hill towards the castle entrance. Luckily on the right just as we arrived at the entrance ( or so we thought) were two clearly labelled ladies and gents loos. We used the facilities.
When we came out of the toilets we were accosted by a guardian of toilets in the form of an angry woman. She shouted at us that they were NOT public toilets and we shouldn’t have used them. Too late! For all intents and purposes those toilets appeared public, clearly labelled ladies and gents. We did suggest that she should put up a notice stating that they were private. She replied that folk only ignored notices. As we were in a no win situation we aborted our exploration of the castle and returned to the sanctuary of Damnvan1.
After all we have our own toilet in Damnvan1 !
During. the last few days I have been sitting with my Mum.
Mum is 90 in a few days. Last night I looked after my Grandson. GRANDSON IS 9 years old.
Mum is dying Grandson has his life to come.
I have been overwhelmed with it all and life feels like a great big beautiful rainbow. Grandchildren at one end and Mum at the other end.
What a rainbow Mum has travelled over! Just a few achievemets in her rainbow:
She was the 7th child of the 7th child. The luckiest place to be.
She has had 3 children
She was married to a wonderful man.
She only had the one lover – my Dad.
She road a tandem bike.
She worked in a psychiatric hospital.
She sang a lot.
She was stubborn.
She got into trouble at school because she couldn’t spell Egypt.
She could sing the Welsh National anthem in Welsh (but hardly ever went to Wales)
She taught me to knit and stitch.
She looked after me even as an adult.
Mum road a bike to work for 20+ years.
She travelled extensively. Even asking yesterday could she go to Blackpool.
She wove willow baskets to protect glass carbouys as her part of the second World War effort.
Mum loved life.
Mums rainbow was her rainbow. The secret of life seems to be enjoy your rainbow.
A solstice is an astronomical event that occurs twice each year (in June and December) as the Sun reaches its highest or lowest excursion relative to the celestial equator on the celestial sphere. Both the solstices and the equinoxes are directly connected with the seasons of the year.
The word solstice is derived from the Latin sol (sun) and sistere (to stand still), because at the solstices, the Sun stands still in declination; that is, the seasonal movement of the Sun’s path (as seen from Earth) comes to a stop before reversing direction.
Stargazers are hoping to catch the first glimpse of a Strawberry Moon on the same day as the summer solstice for almost 50 years.
A Strawberry Moon is not necessarily pink or red, however.
It is simply a name given to the full moon each June, which coincides with the start of the strawberry season.
But it has not happened on the longest day of the year since 1967 – and astrologers are excited to see the two coincide this year.
The name was coined by Native American tribes who used it as a signal to gather ripening strawberries.
It became known in Europe as the Full Rose Moon, and the Honey Moon.
Yesterday Chester celebrated the Summer Solstice with a parade through the city centre. My youngest Grandson took part with his class from school. He really enjoyed it. Lots of people had made a huge effort from the wonderful to the weird. There were Giants and Dragons, Angels and sunshine. All of this had beautiful Chester architecture and the wonderful cathedral as the backdrop.
May the summer days bring you all blessings in every way.
I am so pleased that I am a ” glass half full ” sort of a person as January has been a particularly difficult month somehow feeling dark and long.
My lovely Mum was stuck in hospital over Christmas and into the New Year because following a fall, the care home where she had lived happily for the previous five years felt that they could no longer “meet her needs”. I was very upset about this at first but set about finding her another home. In fairness she does now need a home that provides more nursing.
This week saw her finally settled, and reasonably happy, in the new home. This home is a large old building set in lovely countryside. It has huge beautiful windows and lovely grounds. They have craft afternoons each week so guess who will help out?
As January progressed my Soldier son smashed his ankle whilst on an assault course. It is a particularly nasty fracture which the surgeon called “category F” you work out the F! The long term prognosis is OK but will be a long haul recovery. Thank God for medical science.
In the mean time small Grandson fell downstairs hurting his shoulder. He was rushed to hospital but could wave at the nurse when asked! Kids!
Hubs has been laid low with what I called Man Flu but did turn out to be a particularly nasty virus. He’s well on the mend now,thank goodness, as he can resume dog walking duties.
In the midst of all this I went on a craft course which, hopefully, will allow me to teach crafts on cruises! More about that later. Life is certainly not dull so last night found me in the local village pub toasting the next month in and goodbye to miserable January!
Cheers! This glass is still half full!
I’m sorry that I’ve not communicated with you this week dear friends. I have been particularly stressed with life events, as you do.
My lovely Mum has been in hospital for some time following a fall. Hospital visiting can be very stressful especially when she is so disorientated. The care home, where she has lived happily for the past four years, have refused to let her go back as they ” can no longer meet her needs”. This is after we were reassured a few months ago that she could live there until she died. The home, Holcroft Grange, CLS, Culcheth have seriously let her down. We are now searching for another more careing home whilst she sits sad and lonely in the corner of the hospital ward.
My brave soldier son has smashed his ankle this week. He’s deflecting all sympathy and awaiting a scan and a reconstruction. My first instinct was to dash the 200 miles and hug him better. I finally decided this was not what he would want and visited my Mum instead.
My third, and hopefully final trauma, was a panic phone call when Gorgeous Grandson fell downstairs. The dash to A and E revealled no damage and all was well! Phew!
I de stressed at home by making a baby doll for a project next weekend (more about that another time). She’s made from a sock and took me around 60 minutes to make. She’s not hungry as she’s stuffed with rice and she’s no trouble at all.
Last weekend I took my youngest Grandson on the Santa Special. This is a renovated steam train which runs from Llangollen to Carrog, a journey of about three quarters of an hour. When I told Grandson what we were going to do he was convinced it was The Polar Express. However he wasn’t disappointed.
The weather was very, very wet but it didn’t spoil the day. Santa put in an appearance and spoke to every child and gave each one a gift. The elves, whilst somewhat mature, were jolly, cheerful and led some singing!
Grandson was given a goody bag and so was I! Mine was the best as it contained a tipple of my favourite drink ( well one of my favourites) and a mince pie.
When we arrived at the end of the valley, the station name had been temporarily changed to read ” Lapland”.Santa posed for more photographs and we shopped in the railway memorabilia side car. Where grandson, when faced with all things trains, chose a wooden snake as a gift! Mmmmmm! A lovely day out including artificial snow and lots of rain. Great fun!
Apologies for being late but here are a few pictures from Bonfire night last week.
Daughter and I are suffering from a touch of fire glow here. Our village has an annual bonfire which is organised by The Young Farmers. They do an amazing job with a fantastic firework display.
Family pictures are great aren’t they? Here are my two Gorgeous Grandsons, handsome eldest son and super son in law (ish). This is an annual event in our household calendar. We finish the evening with a traditional hot pot. Hot pot is one of my signature dishes! It is basically a beef stew with potatoes and root veg. The sort of rib sticking food that I cook in a slow cooker all day ready to dish up for hungry folk.
The original dish is a Lancashire Hot Pot with various adaptations such as a pastry topping or crusty bread. Oh and it is compulsory to serve with beetroot and or red cabbage. Lovely!!
Bonfire and firework display in Cilcain, Flintshire 2015
I have spent the day in the company of my Lovely Grandson. In this part of the World it is half term so Grandparents all over the country are being called upon to mind their Grandchildren. I love these days and regard it as an opportunity to play childish games that I don’t normally have chance to do.
Today we were cutting and pasting. Not in the computer sence thank goodness, but using scissors and paper. We made a scrap book and Lovely Grandson drew delightfull pictures of his collection of “Skylanders”. For the uninitiated these are a tribe of Aliens who are used to play animated computer games and basically fight each other.
The drawings were all labelled with the characters’names, therefore improving writing skills as well as cutting out and gluing them into the home made book. Yes! That is something else that has changed. It’s no longer a “scrapbook” but a “smash book” – nothing stays the same.
Finally Lovely Grandson set up his Skylanders as a display using the
scrapbook smash book as the back drop. A creative, busy and fun day for both Lovely Grandson and Gorgeous Granny!
We have finally put Damnvan to bed after spending seventy nights away this Summer. It has been so good.
We visited Devon and Cornwall
There was a trip to Scaborough Sea Life centre with Gorgeous Grand daughter
There was a break with Darling Daughter and Grandson to the Isle of Anglesey
We walked up mountains
And along coasts
We flew kites and paddled in the sea. There was the Lovely Lake District, interesting Buxton and fabulous Yarndale. All in all a great summer. As the nights get longer and the days colder we tuck Damnvan up for the Winter and make plans for next year. Let’s hope that we can beat the seventy night record!
Lets go and fly a kite! Oops maybe not!
I’ve just returned from a trip in Damnvan with Gorgeous Grandson number two. This is my third grandchild that I’ve taken on holiday this Summer and I am now bonded and have done my Granny duty!
I must confess that it has been an absolute delight. I’ve had quality time with each child, travelled around and improved my tan!
This last break was to Abersoch. We pitched just outside the town in a lovely site called Nant-y-Big www.nantybig.co.uk This site was a 5 minute stroll from a wonderful beach which was very quiet in comparison to nearby, uber busy, Abersoch. 👣We walked, surfed on a belly board (OK one of us did) 🏊🏻tried to fly a kite and generally had fun. The sun shone and there wasn’t a lot of wind (hence the no fly kite).
On the Sunday morning we got up early (on holiday?) and visited a local car boot sale. I did find some vintage treasures to add to Nanny Amy’s Vintage Table. I also tried to buy a vintage suitcase but the stall holder refused to sell as he still uses it! I didn’t realise that it wasn’t for sale. Shame it was just what I’m looking for!
When I have recovered from the Granny exhaustion I will get back to crafting, vintiquing, restoring and generally living my super busy life. In the meantime it was good to go away and good to come home to Hubs and Hound 🐕