Friday, August 27, 2010
Most of you will know I haven't been very well over the past three weeks and haven't done much in the way of anything really.
Things were looking up over the week-end and I showed a major improvement in my general health so at the beginning of this week I was looking forward to getting back into the old familiar routine of housework and exercise. The weather had been beautiful when I didn't feel like doing anything or going anywhere.....
and Monday breezed in with cold, wind and rain!!!
I was still feeling a little bit 'off it' so I interspersed the day with lazing around resting, reading, generally not doing much of anything and a little gentle indoor walking plus the odd spot of catching up with the house cleaning.
Tuesday I went out on a little jolly with a friend to the small and pretty market town of Beverley. We intended to wander around a little, take in lunch and visit with her mam. We enjoyed it.....
but we got rather wet as it poured down all morning and, very perversely, stopped as we reached her mam's house!!!
Wednesday I caught up with yet more housework and the laundry, it was sunny with a gentle breeze, just right for drying.....
and as soon as I'd got them pegged out, it rained!!!
Thursday I did a bit more housework and gardened.
I dead headed, trimmed back, shimmed weeds and generally tidied up.....
and last night it was so windy there are fallen plants, leaves, apples, tomatoes and bits of branches all over the place!!!
Today I've patched up the garden, done more housework (I'm finally up to date) and earlier this morning a friend rang to see if I wanted to go out for a ride (no question, of course I do!!...lol...) as it's a nice sunny day with a gentle breeze.
So I'm dressed ready to go, waiting for her to pick me up.....
and suddenly it's cold, windy, dark and raining!!!
We're still going!!!
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
We walked the ancient Millington Pastures and Wood of Lily Dale, starting down the valley with the sun on our backs and a gentle breeze in our faces.
The inquisitive kyloe calves grazing the steep valley sides with their mothers ventured to the fence as we passed, though not quite close enough to be touched, whilst the bull with his magnificent horns kept his beady eye on us from behind the barbed wire topped fence.....he'd have broken it like a piece of ribbon if he'd decided we were a threat!
We crossed the trickling stream looking back up to the small lake surrounded by masses of pinky purple herb robert flowers waving gently in the breeze.
Insects hummed about the water cress plants and a moorhen and her two chicks chittered to each other as they dabbled around the margins.
Passing in to Lily Dale through the rough hewn gate we entered the cool dankness of the wood which covers the valley sides.
The rusty charcoal burner had recently been emptied and the smell pervaded the air mixing with the subtle scent of the dying garlic flowers.
Birds sang, butterflies flitted to and fro and the sunlight filtered through the canopy making soft sunlit pools among the undergrowth and setting the dust motes dancing in it's rays.
It was a gentle stroll along the valley floor at first but we soon began to ascend getting ever steeper as the slopes gave way to wooden steps leading up to the rim of the wooded valley side.
Strategically placed wooden seats greeted us every now and again, each one a welcome respite and a viewing vantage point.
The occasional walkers hove into view, smiling and nodding at us as we passed on the narrow traverse.
The air was damp and cool and the track stoney as we undulated crab like along the sides of the valley to reach the summit where we sat quietly taking in the wonderful views of the countryside spread out before us like a giant patchwork quilt.
Then the long descent down by a different route, undulating gently, descending steeply or step by step down the wooden steps some mysterious miracle workers had installed to bring us ever nearer the valley bottom.
We caught tantalizing glimpses of it through the trees growing ever nearer until at last we were down and a gentle walk brought us back to the track and a short walk to Millington village where the Gait Inn was hosting a fun day and buffet to celebrate Yorkshire Day.
Bunting flapped gently in the breeze, people talked and laughed, ate and drank and we quietly escaped, dropping down the gentle slope of the valley back to where our transport sat patiently awaiting our return to the carpark.
this young kyloe bullock stuck his tongue out at me!!
the pinky purple flowers of Rosebay Willow herb
the rusty charcoal burner
some of the steep wooden steps leading up the valley side
sunlight filters through the trees
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Good morning, some of you were asking about the Scarecrow Festival I went to yesterday so I thought I'd do a little blog with a few pictures for you.
The festival has been running for many years now and is held in Muston, a little village in Yorkshire and is quite famous, attracting visitors from all over Britain and abroad.
The original idea was to raise funds for the village and it seemed to snowball. Since then other villages have latched on to the idea but Muston is still the biggest and best.
During the week long festival the village is covered in scarecrows of all shapes and sizes, all made by the villagers.
It's amazing the work and effort that goes into them, the attention to detail and the ideas for them are wonderous.
Usually life sized, they are well made mostly of papier mache and can be very witty.
The scarecrows are displayed outside the villagers homes, in their gardens, up trees.....you never know where you'll see one!
There are ice creams, drinks and plant stalls around the village, the Church is open, there are flower displays and the village hall serves delicious homemade baking and teas.....yes I had some!!! but I reckon we walked a couple of miles or more!
It's fun and I had a lovely time.
This is just a small selection of pictures that I liked.
The Crow Bar.
Traditional Morris Dancers...see the moles underfoot, they were all around the village green poking up from the soil. The dancers were life size and all had witty names like Morris Minor(a car!), Morris Gibb, Morris Chevalier...
Beatrix Potter characters Peter Rabbit, Miss Moppet and Jeremy Fisher.
The Vicar and his flock...
Mr Bun the Baker.
Peppa Pig and her brother George.
Reading the ewespaper!
Very witty headlines like..... 'Evening Ewes', 'Sheep scientists clone human', 'Sheepdog found guilty at trial', 'Muston Woollen Mill sale now on', 'Lambs flock to see Ben Shepherd perform at Woolpack'.....
Border Control....very topical!! Love the in and out entrances!
Friday, July 23, 2010
This morning got me thinking.....
For almost thirtynine years, on almost every day he's been at work I have kissed my husband goodbye and then waved him off from the front room window..... there's been the odd missed occasion when I've been ill or something similar but this little act means a great deal to me.
But this morning when I was upstairs he just shouted he was going and left!!
It sounds very irrational, and I'm not an irrational person, but I felt devastated...it quite spoiled my morning!
I rang his mobile and asked 'Why?'.
He said 'I thought you were busy so I just went, I didn't mean anything by it, I thought it would save you coming back downstairs'.
We ended up laughing and I'm fine now but it got me thinking about life's little gifts to us.
It seems to me a lot of life's most precious treasures are free.
Personal treasures like a smile, a hug, a kiss, a caress, a wave, a kind word, a little kindness to someone else.
These gifts can give such happiness to others as well as ourselves.
And then there are beautiful, miraculous, God given happenings like the golden sun rising and setting with it's wonderful colour palette, a blue or cloudy sky, a green field, a pretty flower, a gentle breeze.....
Birds, butterflies, insects, animals in all their varied and colourful forms.....
We take a lot of our treasures for granted and it takes something like this morning's little episode to give us a reality check.
I'm reminded of my favourite hymn, O Lord my God.
Ruth, our Chapel organist, always plays this one to welcome the congregation in for worship and it couldn't be more fitting.....
O Lord my God when I in awesome wonder consider all the worlds Thy hand has made.
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee.
How great though art.
How great thought art.
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee.
How great thou art.
How great thou art.
When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing softly in the trees.
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze.'
.....Just a part of the hymn but it's beautiful isn't it and aren't we just the most blessed!
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