A Disappointing Quilt Fair

The saggy old roof on an old barn at the Farm shop.

 Pam and I met up on the edge of town this morning and made our way to Hereford, stopping first at Breinton Manor Farm shop as I needed apples and they do lovely Heritage varieties. I bought two bags of Russets and one of Ashmead Kernel, and some lovely onions and garlic.  Then on to Lyde Court for their last Fleamarket of the season.  I wasn't expecting much (and so wasn't too disappointed).  I got a history book for just £1 - The Forgotten Castles of Wales by Paul R Davis and a pretty double duvet cover set for Tam's bedroom here.   I may try and offload some of my oldest old stock there next year.

Old oast house for drying hops at Lyde Court.

I loved the little figures on this stand but resisted temptation.

Some lovely quilts formed the backdrop and skirting on this stand.

Isn't this lovely?

And these Goldfinches.  I think it was a preprinted panel which you then embroidered.

All hand-quilted.  Beautifully done.

There were several similar of these at the side of the hall.  Very colourful.

A nice view through a window.

Loved the 3-D fish that the Puffin had caught.

I love Swallows.

This was the 2nd day of the Fair and I didn't arrive until gone mid-day.  It seemed pretty quiet.  When I went a year ago I went on the first day and it was very busy.  There were perhaps 25% less stalls this year, and some stalls with very ordinary cheaper range fabrics which didn't interest me.  There really weren't many quilts on display either.  I was disappointed.  I did buy some fabrics, but had "good sharp pins" on my shopping list and they stayed put as I am NOT going to pay £15.85 for special quilting pins (and not that many of them).  There was a busy and very packed Quilt Fair on Builth showground this year - and again next I understand.  I will just go to that in future.  2 miles each way is cheaper than a 140 mile round trip!  I did bother a church on the way home, so will share that with you soon.

Oh, I nearly forgot.  I have cancelled the Autumny quilt book of Kim Diehl's that I ordered, as when I checked, I have it already!!!  It's Simple Harvest.

The Autumn Blues

 Since Keith died, as the evenings draw in I start to feel rather low.  I have two friends who at the moment are in a particularly bad place, and I feel so helpless that I can do nothing to change their lives, but we do chat and "see" one another on video calls.  (First time with my friend K in France yesterday).  I hope that just offloading problems helps.

I am not enjoying my daily walks  - today's was on the flat along the old abandoned railway line.  I did it, and it has helped my health, but I am fed up with repeating the same routes and would love to be up in the wilds, but at my age, probably not a good idea on my own.

I came back and pieced and sewed a bit more of my bigger patchwork curtain, for the bathroom window.  I was gritting my teefs with that too though . . . So in the end I went out and gardened for an hour or so, which felt very positive, and actually freed up my graunchy left shoulder a bit.  I pruned the bits on my Indigo rose which has been raking us as we go up the little steps to the square lawn where I have my patio set.  Tam will be pleased as she's been telling me to do that for ages.

I cut back Aquilegia leaves and even pulled a good few young plants up as they were really taking over the gravel area at the front of the house.  Then THIS area had been driving me mad for ages, so I set to and cleared all the buttercups and transplanted the Cranesbills which had set up home there.  (For transplanted, read hoiked out of the stones and dumped unceremoniously at the back of the bed above them from whence they had escaped as seeds or young plants).

It looks a lot better now, but there are still some bits at the far end I will tackle at the weekend. 

Yesterday's walk along the valley side.  I sat on a log and just relaxed and took in the view looking towards Aberedw.

I have gotten SO fed up with my slip on summer shoes (from Cotton Traders' sale last year) as they are making my socks move round my feet so the heel is at the front.  Grrr!) that I bought a pair of purple slippers on line yesterday and they should be arriving shortly (so you can guess where they were bought from . . .)

In fact, I was feeling pretty low and when I saw an advert by Kim Diehl for her Autumn book which had an absolutely stunning quilt or four on the cover, I treated myself to that as well, so with the slippers, a bit of a spending spree.  That won't be arriving until next week though.

Today's bread - I made two, one for me and one for Ed, but can't see his car there . . .  Will have to try and make room in the freezer.

A day out to look forward to tomorrow, firstly with Pam to a (small) Fleamarket at Lyde Court in Hereford.  The pitches are only £7.50, so I am not expecting it to be too highfalutin, but it will be a nice wander round and I can check it out for me to do next year, having what will probably be a Retirement clearout or 6!

Then I will go on to the Quilt Fair at Malvern and intend to be frugal as I have bought fabric and books recently..  I am also planning to go church bothering on the way home.  Watch this space.

Wind "farms" and Forest bathing . . .

 a modern term.  To me, it's just a walk in the woods!  My friend Pam asked if I wanted to join her when walking her rescue dog Foxy yesterday, so we went down to the beautiful woods along the lane and did a circular loop.

Make the most of this view as if Bute Energy get their way (which of course they will, because the Welsh Senedd is backing them all the way) there will be T-pylons marching across this landscape, from the huge disfiguring wind"farms" (imagine several Blackpool towers on each of the mynydds hereabouts).  Concrete footings the size of four bedroom houses, but twice as deep.  The rape of the countryside - destroying the peat upland that other factions in Wales are desperate to restore.  Affecting wildlife, natural springs which many of us rely on in rural areas.  Cutting back woodland to get the equipment in (blades bigger than a jumbo jet), creating motorway sized roads up to the wind"farm" sites, making travel on our country roads slow to 5 mph when this convoy is travelling through Wales.  Yet we have no say, it would seem.  At the meeting myself and friends went to yesterday, the only concession that they have made is to use wooden poles in the Hundred House section where there is a big holiday caravan site (Billy Blue Eyes will be glad to hear that), and to shorten "our" T-pylons by 5 metres to "just" 22 metres high.  I am sure that will be a great relief for the low flying military Aircraft, especially the Atlas low-drop planes which fly at just 100m to practice approaching drop zones . . .  Makes little difference to my friends who will be able to count 14 pylons from their conservatory, which overlooks the valley above.  I am fortunate, as the trees I moan about spoiling my view will hide all but two.

My neighbour Ed bought me up a little goody bag of produce from his polytunnel yesterday - a yellow courgette, salad and cooking tomatoes and a lovely cucumber.  I am baking rolls today so will take some down to him.  

"Heatwave" is now officially finished.  My x-stitch Puffin for Rosie just needs his legs and feet added and I can cut it out and stuff it.  Then start on one for little "I".  

The three 2nd hand Patchwork books from World of Books that Tam bought me for Christmas arrived yesterday and I have been good - a quick flick through and they have been put aside for her to wrap.  The Bucilla x-stitch kit I bought for a friend's birthday also arrived - it shows North American wild animals - deer, bear, racoon etc.  I hope she enjoys it.  Unfortunately I am still waiting for my order of the Simple Christmas Tidings patchwork book by Kim Diehl is still on its way and I won't get it until 19th soonest.

Time to stretch my legs now before it comes on to rain later.

Two treats

 I was feeling a bit down in the dumps again yesterday, so I decided I would live dangerously and rent MGM for 99p a month for three months, so I could watch the new Series of Blood of my Blood (Outlander followers will know exactly what this is about).  For non-Outlander followers, it is a prequel of the parents of the main characters in Outlander.  Set in Scotland and I was back in my happy zone last night as I set the final stitches in the Heatwave quilt binding.  I'm about to go in and watch some tv and sew in all the ends from the long arm quilting.

This morning was sunny but a bit breezy, and I decided that I would drive up to the Elan Valley and have a walk there.  As always I really enjoyed it.  

You can tell it was windy though, just from the white horses on the reservoir, which is still pretty low.

The Rowan trees had a good crop of berries, but some had been blown off or scoffed by wild birds already.

Amazingly, there were still ripening blackberries.  Perhaps I should go back and pick in a week as lots like this along the side of the pathway.

I rounded the bend, and could see the church on the far side, but boy, the wind hit me and nearly knocked me sideways, snatching the breath from my mouth, and so I turned around at this point, back onto the more sheltered pathway at the side of the reservoir.

I do appreciate it being a FLAT walk, as all the ones locally are hilly.

I have got some mince out thawing, and think I will make a Cottage Pie for my tea tonight and tomorrow.  

I've started on the first of the Library Books I got yesterday, Anthony Horowitz's A Line To Kill, set on Alderney.  In my just-before-Keith days I sailed there on a friend's yacht.  I had a stinking cold, and can remember us mooring in the Braye Harbour, and then being taken ashore on a water taxi, and walking up the road to the nearest pub, for sustenance.  The few cars that there were sounded like they were on their way to the breaker's yard, as no MoT's were required on the island.  

Well, this won't do.  Time to sew those ends in.

Four Chimneys . . .

Rosie with static hair yesterday!  She LOVED the big slide and would have been on it all day . . . She is very brave and intrepid, just like her grand-dad Keith.   She has us in stitches yesterday afternoon as she sped past saying, "I'm being a cheeky monkey!"  That's what Tam calls her.

 I've just been on one of the Dartmoor pages I follow on Facebook, and a photographer had visited Throwleigh and taken some lovely photos.  Oh, how I wanted to BE there . . .  Anyway, one showed a cottage which suddenly reminded me of one we had the details of in Devon, called Four Chimneys.   It ticked all our boxes, but of course was on the market about 5 years before we eventually got a buyer.  I hadn't thought of it since.  We were looking in Devon for years, online, but only viewed a few because it was a long way to go in a day, and if we stayed overnight, could get expensive.  We simply were NOT MEANT to move there . . .  Literally everything that could go against us did, right from the start.  In 1987 we had a buyer for our Dorset house, had offered on Beaworthy Mill (losing it broke my heart) and Keith's gold shares were worth the price of the Mill outright (£60,000).  He decided to wait over the weekend and sell them on the Monday, and then the Tokyo stock exchange shut for the weekend and dumped all its gold, and by Monday his shares were worth just a few pounds . . .

We loved the old building in Hatherleigh which had once been Hatherleigh Antiques.  We were there for an hour, viewing it, and it was very affordable - back then.  But, no sale at Ynyswen.  We loved the thatched cottage near Oakhampton with a red kitchen and a lake . . .  Ditto.  No, we were meant to be in Wales and stay in Wales.  Full stop.

Yesterday I suddenly thought of another house we viewed, but along the Welsh borders this time, just over the Shropshire border I think.  It had a kitchen with a range, but that was in a glass-house extension and apparently bitterly cold in winter, despite the range.  Work needed on windows, roof etc.  Oddly it had about 14 sheds in the garden, some overcome by laurel bushes etc, and that's where the children went off to sleep when they were being a PITA . . . How odd to parent that way.

Maples changing colour at the Groe.

I know, I'm wittering on about nothing.  I've had my walk (around the Groe today, nice and flat), collected my prescription, changed my library books and got cat wormers from the vet's.  TV and quilt binding this afternoon.

 

A family weekend

 I have Tam and Rosie here for the weekend.  Rosie still allergic to sleep and I was in bed before her last night!  We have promised to take her to the swings today, so hopefully it will stay dry.

I went to the butchers yesterday and got some of their sausages - their special lamb/mint/honey ones which were tasty.  Then lamb burgers for today's meal and bread and scrape the rest of the week!  

Some photos from Friday's walk.

I am hoping to finish the quilt off this evening, with a bit of help of course!  I have one and a half sides left to do.

I've just had a visit from part-time neighbour Sam.  He was telling me of his plans - holiday in Egypt with his Chinese girlfriend, then on to Portugal with his mate, then in December, 3 months in China, living with his girlfriend up in the mountains.  It sounds amazing.  Oh to be young, footloose and fancy free and newly in love again :)  I shall miss him - we've had some good chats.

I have a helper already . . .

 I sat down to start blind stitching the binding on the quilt this afternoon.  Of course, it wasn't long before I had a little helper  . . .

She was SO happy - it was so lovely and warm in there . . .

She was not amused when I had to turf her out so I could come and cook tea.  Not sure how I will manage to sew this without her "helping".

After forcing myself to change the bed, as believe me I haven't had an iota of energy all day, I set to and finished off the door curtain.  The colours tie in well with the wall tiles over the bath and shower unit.

I've just had the form for the Builth Fair next year and believe it or not, they have put their prices up yet again and it will be £235 next year.  I will have to see if I can get a smaller stall.  Short of going outside (not ideal because you never know what the weather will be up to), the only slightly cheaper way of doing it is to have a smaller stall in the South Glamorgan Hall, which was 2/3 empty the last time, and people don't even bother to go in any more.  Sigh.

Happy Friday tomorrow . . .