Not quite to plan

Random | Sunday October 31 2010 | 8:09 pm | Comments (3) | Tags: |

Why do I get sick when I’m on holiday?  I’ve spent much of the last 24 hours lying on the settee or in bed with a hot water bottle and a cup of water as I have a poorly tummy.  Caveman thinks it my body’s reaction to all the stress of the past few months.  He may well be right.  Either way it’s not how I wanted to spend my time here.

Right now however, I do feel a bit better thankfully.  We did pop out earlier to Ripon which is just about 5 miles away.  I had hoped some fresh air would help but it didn’t really at the time.

Despite my incapacity there’s lots of things going on today! 

The main one for me is that today is the final day of Blogtoberfest and I am so proud to say I have blogged every day as intended.  I’m so proud of that.  I am going to write about it properly, hopefully tomorrow.  I’ve also decided that I’m extending my daily blogging at least until the end of my holiday!

It’s also Halloween today!  Are you all dressed up and going out ‘guising‘ (as it’s known in Scotland?  I love fancy dress but I’m not particularly a fan of Halloween.  I’m amazed this year the number of events, coverage on the tv and things you can buy for it.  Oh I do sound old ‘it wasn’t like that in my day!!’

And the other thing that’s happening today in the UK is the end of British Summer Time.  I don’t know if this happens anywhere else in the world, but in the UK we move our clocks forward by one hour in the spring and back one hour in the autumn.  It is quite a controversial subject as many of its origins no longer apply (linked to fuel / lighting use and farming) and it is often suggested that it is ceased, but particularly in the north of Scotland it would have a major impact.  I don’t have a preference for it changing or not, I can’t see it as a major issue for most people, but I guess those it does effect will be quite severely affected.

So that’s me today.  Taking it easy here in Yorkshire while all sorts of other things happen all around. 

Are you looking for today’s sheep picture?  3 sheep looking at me strangely in the early morning mist as I stood there in my pj’s with a camera!

So Happy Halloween, Happy end of Blogtoberfest and Happy end of British Summer Time!


And relax…

Random | Friday October 29 2010 | 5:34 pm | 1 Comment | Tags: |

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that’s better!

Arrived in Yorkshire, car emptied, kettle on and feel like I can breathe properly for the first time in months.

Look whats at the back door of our little cottage…

Nothing at all!

Oh wait, I saw something move…

For the next week we will have only sheep for neighbours.

This place is 2 hours but a million miles away from home!  Perfect!


Pack up your troubles

Random | Thursday October 28 2010 | 11:46 pm | Comments (2) | Tags: , |

This evening I am getting packed because tomorrow we’re off on our jolly hols – a much needed break after the trials of the past few months.

And the most important packing of all….

See you on the other side, tomorrow when we’re arrived, and I’ll tell you all about it!!

PS my website host has been down all evening and has only just come back online, at 11.45pm!  Phew!  Managed not to miss a Blogtoberfest day!


This weekend…

Random | Friday October 22 2010 | 7:35 pm | Comments (3) | |

…crochet has a new rival!!!

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Badges and stickers and tea! Oh my!

Random | Tuesday October 19 2010 | 1:02 pm | No Comments | Tags: , |



Oh my! Oh Comely!  I’ve mentioned my new favourite magazine before and be warned, it’s liable to come up many times in the future too.  Actually I didn’t have an ‘old’ favourite magazine, I’m not a big magazine buyer or reader but this one really taps into the right places in my head.  

Anyway, on their website recently Oh Comely were offering a freebie of some uber-cute (did I really just say uber!) badges by Kayleigh O’Mara in exchange for telling them our favourite cat story. 

They must have liked my story because I received these goodies in the post today.  Here’s my cat story:  

A few years ago I was at my boyfriends Mums house in Edinburgh, which was a tenement flat, on the second floor! The cats came and went of their own accord when people came in and out the front door. However, on one occasion one cat decided to take the short route – right out the second floor window. Boyfriends mum squealed in horror and made for the front door. As she was half way down the stairs in a panic, the cat was sauntering up past her with its nose in the air and a look of ‘what’s all the fuss about.  

That’s why I love cats!’

Oh how I love Oh Comely!  I think their stickers show just one of the reasons why…

Tea cups and tea pots!!! 

And can you read the text at the top (sorry couldnt get very clear pics)?

‘Keep your curiosity sacred’ 



Season of Mists

Random | Sunday October 10 2010 | 9:17 pm | Comments (2) | |

This afternoon I drove back to Manchester after visiting my family in Scotland for the past few days.  As I did I saw over 200 miles of beautiful autumn countryside.  I love the autumn with its unpredictable weather, stunning colours and damp smokey, smells.

I also love that my favourite poet captured autumn so well, with sumptuous language and incredible descriptions of nature doing what nature does best.  So for today, I’m handing the words of this post over to John Keats:



SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.


Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.


Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

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