Monday, 20 December 2010
My daughter Rachael, dear little Phoebe who is carefully holding our new addition. . . my son Nicks's little girl Mia.
Three precious girls.
Last week I went with Rachael, to Phoebe's Carol Service at the church in her village. It was such a joy. . . the children all arrived holding hands ( there are only about 42 in the school) and they filled the lovely old church with their sweet voices and their faces, full of wonder and smiles.
We sang the traditional Christmas Carols, and tried not to shiver too much.
Rach and I couldn't look at each other as a few tears escaped.
Then we all went back to school for coffee and mince pies, (next to the radiator which I shared with the vicar).
It was one of those really special times (the carol service, not sharing the radiator with the vicar!)
Outside, we have rather a lot of snow and it is so cold!
So , being more or less confined to quarters, I'm having some unexpected days sewing, making brief visits to the outside world and trying to stay upright whilst I walk Rowan and watching 'It's a Wonderful Life' yet again. Bliss.
Monday, 29 November 2010
We went (eventually.....!) for a walk across the fields. Rowan, like all our dogs, loves the cold and frosty weather.
She went' cracker dog' chasing real and imaginary rabbits through the Christmas trees .
Further on, the Fieldfares were making the most of the last few apples in the orchard. . .noisy birds, but so beautiful.
Later on , I went to see a friend for coffee and passed this cottage on the way. I've driven past it many times and thought 'how sad, derelict and unloved, once someone's home'.
But today, it had turned into a magic cottage, painted all over with frost.
I wish I'd gone and peered through the windows, I wonder what's inside?
Anyway, at least I had my camera with me, because, after all, you never know when you might drive past a magic cottage. . . . . . .
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
It all began a week or so ago, I was visiting the Exeter and District branch of the Embroiderer's Guild.
Just about ready to start my talk, when strange flashing lights, fake smoke, disco lights and deafening strains of Agadoo put pay to that. A children's party in the room next door!
Unfazed, these resourceful Devonians took me and all my belongings, out into the gardens. . . where we continued, almost as if nothing had happened.
The views were stunning, the sun shone, the birds sang and we were even honored by a visit from the local cat.
What a lovely afternoon! I truly can't remember the last time I enjoyed giving a talk so much!
So. . . here's a heart for those lovely ladies , to say thank you for all the laughs and the welcome they gave me. xxxxxx
(The heart, by the way, I found on a wall in the nearby , seaside town of Sidmouth.)
Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside. . . .
This is the church at Salcome Regis, I just had to drag poor Mike there, having heard of it's treasures.
Mike knows that it's best not to complain whilst my church crawling obsession continues. . . we found lovely things inside and the fields and hills seem to fold and wrap themselves around this pretty place.
A signpost tempted us to walk across the fields, down to the beach
What fun . . .a September day, warm sun and sparkling sea . . . heaven!
We left the beach and climbed (slowly) back up to the church where Teas were being served. I can't tell you how grateful we were, so . . . I had a piece of Chocolate cake and a scone, it would have been so rude not to.
Who would not fall in love with such a place? x
Monday, 6 September 2010
now . . . I quite fancy some for myself!
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Thursday, 26 August 2010
A Muntjac deer, looking straight at me, then ignoring me and carrying on eating the goodies on the woodland floor. I could see her beautiful eyes and her shiny, wet nose. . . . yes, definitely better than a trip to Tesco.
I'm saying 'Welcome Home' as I've been wandering around trying to find the right home for my new blog!
It's not easy, I'm technically challenged and haven't a clue. . . . I tried moving to Typepad . . . but I couldn't work it out.(Please don't let that put you off though, Tyepad works great for loads of people, just not for me!)
Now I feel really dim !
So . . . . . here I am, back with dear old Blogger, wishing I'd never left!
I shall try to come up with some tantalising tales for anyone who happens to pass this way, in the meantime I'll get back to stitching a few more stories. . . .