Wednesday, 8 October 2014

A Pile of Bricks

I feel a bit bereft today. Well, to tell the truth, O/H as well. The house in the picture belonged to a much loved neighbour of ours. Our house is the one in the distance below. We often used to walk up the single track up the hill to visit him. O/H had known him all his life and he'd lived in that house for as long as I can remember as well. We used to take our grand daughter for a walk up there when she was little. He always had a tin of sweets on the sideboard and the kettle on the stove.

He was well into his nineties when he died a couple or so years ago.

Old Jack  loved all his animals and had three cats and a sheep dog which he adored.
The house was subsequently put up for sale and sold to a successful local business man. When we looked across up the hill today, the house had gone. All that was left was a JCB digger grinding away and a pile of bricks.

Friday, 19 September 2014

Wearing Purple

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple

 by Jenny Joseph

Me at the Steam Rally

When we went to the Steam Rally on the last Bank Holiday, it tipped down with rain on the Monday. So much so that I bought a hat off the hat stall. I've always fancied wearing a red hat and had a bit of a laugh with the stall holder about the saying that goes with it.  Growing old? Yep. I've arrived and loving every minute.

Friday, 12 September 2014

Aberystwyth Re-visited

At the beginning of the year, all along the south and west coasts Britain was battered by storms. Seems such a long time ago now. Hard to imagine that only nine months ago, it was all like this.
Aberystwyth on the South Wales coastline was one of the many little towns and hamlets to feel the brunt ....

We live inland about 60 miles away. Last Monday we went out on a day trip. It's funny, when it's winter you can't imagine the summer and in the summer time, winter seems a million light years away.

The sun was shining, but most the holiday makers had packed up and gone home. The children, back in school. The uni and college students not yet back. The boats in the harbour, hunkered down and not a fisherman in sight. The walkway through the castle ruins all but deserted. The last remnants of the wild little pink thrift growing in clumps by the castle wall. Rock pools with fronds of trailing red and green algae and limpets. The sea endlessly swishing as the tide idly ebbed and flowed. You could breathe in the pungent smell of  seaweed trapped on the shore. Just a few of us and the seagulls and I loved it.

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Shrewsbury Steam Rally 2014

We went to the annual Shrewsbury Steam Rally at Onslow Park on August Bank Holiday Weekend.

Loved watching the 'Tractor Pull' on the working field.

And a man cutting morning sticks using a 1923 Massey Harris stationery engine.

The rain tipped down all day long on Bank Holiday Monday, but it was still a great weekend. (PS did you notice 'The Mini' all lined up to strut it's stuff)
(PPS - the header picture is of the lake beyond the working field - you can just about see it through a gap in the hedge)
Have a good week

Saturday, 16 August 2014

Redeemed By Love

A good friend of ours called by today. O/H has been having a bit of a time of it  health-wise and our friend brought us two complementary tickets for the Onslow Park Vintage Rally on August Bank Holiday Weekend. I think as well, that he brought his pride and joy to show us. It's taken him three years of solid hard work to restore it from 'hedgerow condition' to this. A 1963 Morris Mini. I love the Mini.Used to have one in the 1970's. It's surprising how much room is inside. I once bought an armchair from a furniture auction and after a lot of fiddling and jiggling managed to load it up in the back of my Mini and cart it home in style.

He has tried to keep all the original fittings.

The engine is immaculate and he's even got the original tool set that came with it.

I love old things that are restored. The story of my life really, I suppose.

Sunday, 3 August 2014

We Walk In A Shadow

100 years ago on August 4th 1914 ...... well we all know the rest ....

I found this book, left lying in the cobwebbed dust in the attic when we moved in 37 years ago.
It's a little 'Active Service' Testament 1916

In the front of the book is a hand written message  from Lord Roberts to his troops. It's dated 25th May 1914 -
'I ask you to put your trust in God. He will watch over you and strengthen you.
You will find in this little Book guidance when you are in health, comfort when
 you are in sickness, and strength when you are in adversity'

There was a name and address at the back of the book -
'Chas. Wm. Ling
18, Egerton Road, 
South Norwood,
It was dated 13/8/16

They said that it was the war to end all wars ...... but the pain goes on.

Linking up to

Saturday, 12 July 2014

Shadow Shot Sunday 2

Taking Five
'I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time' ~ Emily Dickinson

And linking up with Shadow Shot Sunday 2 after all this long while.