Monday, 30 August 2021
Hands off!!!
Thursday, 26 August 2021
A gift from a Red Kite and some recipes
I went for a long walk on my own on Tuesday. Tam's back from her Festival and full of a head cold (don't worry, she tested for Covid and it was negative). She's been staying in her room anyway, so as not to pass it on to us. So I set off up the hill, intent on walking the route along the bridleway through the woods which we last walked in February, only this time I'd be walking it in reverse. I paused for breath on the way up, beneath a Larch tree, and found this beautiful Red Kite (tail?) feather on the ground. I had a little rucksack on with a drink and a chocolate bar in, so the feather joined them.
Earth Nut/Pig Nut flowering on a bank.
Monday, 23 August 2021
On a wing and a prayer - and the Smoker's Bow chairs
This one came from Malvern - I use it all the time when I'm at the computer. It's had a repair in the form of the legs wired in place but it perfectly usable at the moment, and came at the right price, and Keith can easily effect a repair.
Our beautiful home through a screen of Willowherb.
The view across the hill. |
We've had a local hatching of Red Admirals - about 6 or 8 of them on the buddleias, plus a couple of Peackocks, Whites etc, one bedraggled Comma (only one I've seen this year) and today the Fritillary was back, but looking faded and one wing a bit tattered. 3 Small Blues as well (great!).
Yesterday was a busy day for us as there was a Militaria Fair in the morning, which ended at 1 p.m., then we dashed back home and I quickly got ready to Go To Church. I was running late as the dress I wanted to wear needed ironing and it had a full length skirt. I was meeting up with friends from along the lane, to follow them down, but only noticed, at 2.44 that Chris had texted me to say they were leaving at 2.45 if I wanted to follow. I grabbed a clutch bag, shoved a lippy and my Ventolin inhaler in it and ran for the door. Guess what - I forgot my mask and had to borrow one from Chris!
You may imagine my horror when we arrived at the church and we were handed prayer books and hymn books - the former with an impossibly small print. Where were my specs? On the kitchen table. It took me ages to even find the right page in the prayer book, but I had a sporting chance with the hymns as the number was printed larger and I could just manage to see the words, but I didn't know any of the hymns chosen and only one tune was familiar, but I sang low and hoped for the best. When there was a Collect with Responses I could only mutter as I truly could NOT read it, even when holding the book at arm's length! Seconds before they announced the number of the last hymn it suddenly struck me that I had also come out without any money, so had nothing for the collection and had to tap Chris on the shoulder and borrow some. What a fool I am - that's what comes of rushing, although in my defence I am not a church-goer so money wasn't high on my list of things to remember!
There were the most stunning flower arrangements in the church - wish I could have taken a photo. We did find out that the church is always open though so next time we walk there, we will go in.
We went to the manor house (think it's a manor house - lovely place anyway) and had tea and cakes and I met some more of the neighbours. Thank goodness I survived to tell the tale - and of course I paid back the money Chris let me have, with a thank you card today.
Saturday, 21 August 2021
Morning with Spitfire and Germans . . .
Despite the weather - the rain had appeared as per the forecast, but fortunately NOT as heavily as predicted - we popped into Hay this morning, to have a look around as a WWII weekend was being held - to celebrate 76 years since the end of WWII (it was to be last year but Covid stopped THAT happening of course.) We were too early for the events happening later in the day but had a chat with Rob and then braved the mud and wet grass in the field at the bottom of the car park, where everyone was camped out and on display.
The enemy were about by the Cheese Market . . .