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Blogtober 2021 :: Day 26

I slept so well last night, the kind of deep sleep that comes after a day of travelling when you are weary right down to your bones. I woke at 6.30am when it was still dark and went downstairs in the oh-so-quiet house to make myself a big mug of tea to bring back to bed. I sat and sipped my tea and waited for the daylight to creep in - this bedroom is east facing and at the top of a hill so on clear mornings the sunrise over the surrounding landscape is wonderful. Today though, it was cloudy and grey and there was a deliciously damp, fresh smell in the air so I guessed it must have rained a little in the night.

I set off to walk the mile into town around 9.30, a route that is so very familiar to me I could probably do it with my eyes closed. I snapped the photo above to show you the roses here - right now they are laden with fat red hips but in the summer those hips were pink roses. They were scented too, and I cannot tell you how amazing the scent was on a warm summers evening, I shall never forget it.

Walking down through Bridport town and it all felt and looked reassuringly familiar. Some things inevitably change over time but much has stayed the same since I was a child. There is a great variety of independent shops and cafés and it's so nice to see these little businesses thriving.

This is the window of Leakers Bakery which has been here as long as I can remember - the bakery is over one hundred years old, isn't that amazing? I think before I leave I'm going to treat myself to something from those baskets, and I'll be sure to share it with you.

My Dad made me my breakfast, he has the exact same thing every single morning and seems to like feeding it to me too - a slice of seeded toast topped with scrambled egg and smoked salmon. It was really yummy, and surprisingly filling. I had an idea that while I'm here I'm going to take my Dad and Lady B out for coffee each morning, we're going to visit a different café each time. I know, I'm full of good ideas. My Dad doesn't especially like cafés (he's more of a pub man) but he shuffled along with me this morning and I think he enjoyed it, but he looked very uncomfortable perched on the trendy metal vintage bar stool. I'll hopefully find somewhere more comfy for him tomorrow. I had my usual cappuccino and it was extremely good I have to say - thank you Soulshine Café for the delicious caffeine fix.

I also want to give a little wave and a shout out to the lovely Carole who I bumped into this morning - a crocheter and knitter who reads my blog and recognised me as I was on way to Soulshine. Sometimes I do come across people who look at me as if they know me and as if they want to say something, but then they walk on by - it's an absolute delight when that look of recognition turns into a conversation. So if you do ever see me wandering about the place, do please stop me and say hello!!

After our coffee outing it was high time for me to get my sea fix, my goodness I was fairly desperate for it. We drove the short few miles down to West Bay which always delivers the biggest dose of nostalgia for me. I have so many fond memories of this place, from times when I was very young and on holiday here, through my teenage years living here, then all the many, many summers that I've visited as an adult, and as a Mummy with the Littln's. Quite simply it is home, and my heart and soul are always tripping over themselves with happiness when I'm here.

As you can see, I didn't get my wished for blue skies, it was grey and chilly with gulls screeching and the wind blowing and I absolutely loved it. We walked around the harbour....

.....then all the way along the promenade to the very end. It was really windy along here, the kind that whips your hair into a knot and steals your breathe away.

The tide was high and the sea was pretty rough as it crashed into the rocks...

...the sound and salty tang of it was absolutely fantastic. 

I could have stood here watching the waves for ages, but somewhere along the way we'd lost my Dad and so we needed to retrace our steps and see where he had got to. I think he'd started to feel the cold and had retreated to a bench inside a little shelter to wait for us - we did eventually find him so all was well.

I didn't spend long on the beach because of the Dad-in-the-Shelter situation. He told me not to hurry but I felt bad with him sitting there with his woolly hat pulled right down and his hands rammed into his pockets all huddled into himself.

It was so so good to have my feet on the pebbles for a short while though, grounded to the place that's home to my soul. Breathing out, feeling the ease of it right down to my toes.

Back around the harbour again....

....loving the fishing boats bobbing about in the water, the bright colours and jolly jauntiness of them really appealing to me.

We'd conveniently parked the car right outside the pub.....

....so we decided to take the weight off our feet for a while and get rid of the chill in our bones with a quick afternoon tipple. I treated my Dad to his favourite whiskey which he likes to drink with a splash of hot water, and I enjoyed a cheeky little glass of chilled white wine. It was just a really lovely end to the afternoon I have to say. My Dad is now very, very slow on his feet and doesn't really like walking around all that much, so I was ever so glad that he agreed to come to the sea with us as often times he just refuses. Happy days.

When we got back to Lady B's, I helped her get started on a new crochet blanket. And when I say helped, I mean I made that long wiggly chain and worked a couple of ripply stripes to get the blanket off the starting blocks. She's using up a stash of yarn left over from making other blankets so it's going to be very colourfully eclectic shall we say! I taught Lady B to crochet many years ago so that she could have something to occupy her hands when she was giving up smoking. Now many blankets later she is still a very proud non smoker and a happy hooker. 

Right my lovelies, it's time for me to settle down and get some shut eye now, I hope you've enjoyed my photos and blurb today and I'll be back tomorrow with more....see you then.

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Blogtober 2021 :: Day 25

Helloooooo from a very tired but contented me, snuggled up in my old childhood bedroom 300 miles south in Dorset. It was a long day, seven hours by train, but I'm really happy to be here. It's dark outside (it's 9.30pm), I've got the curtains and windows open and I can smell the freshest of fresh air which is making me soooo happy, you have no idea. There is something about the air here that is unique - I don't know if it's because of a nostalgic childhood recognition or what it is, but it's just so, so good for my soul. The stars are out, and as you can see from the last photo above, it was lovely weather when I arrived here in the early evening. I'm hopeful that it'll last and that I'll wake up to blue skies, that would really be amazing.

The house is blissfully, wonderfully, luxuriously quiet and still, and I am all alone here and love love loving it. I mean, I love my busy family life at home but there have been times of late where I have craved a peaceful spell of silence with my own company, which I never, ever have really.

So I'm here on my own - my Dad is staying with Lady B at her house down in the town, and I'm here in his house which is about a twenty minute walk away. I'll sleep here, but will walk back down to see them in the morning and we'll have coffee and breakfast together, and then decide what to do with our day. I just need this alone time in the evenings and early mornings to belong purely to me and my own thoughts, and my Dad understood completely what I  meant when I explained it to him.

Anyhow, I had another blog post entirely in mind for today, but I ran out of energy last night to finish writing it so it'll keep for another day. I hope you've all had a great start to the week, and I'll see you tomorrow with some sea views - can't wait!

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Blogtober 2021 :: Day 24

I've enjoyed a thoroughly lazy, relaxed morning in bed today which is a very rare treat indeed and my goodness, it was so, so good. I woke up and instinctively knew that I had nothing to actually get up for so allowed myself to slide right back into that delicious place that exists between dreamland and being awake. It's a lovely feeling to wake up to the day so slowly, and I treasure the times when it happens.

I eventually got up and made myself a frothy coffee to take back to bed - I've no idea what time it was, but the Little People were all still asleep so it was still reasonably early I think. J and I had talked about going for a morning walk but the weather was cloudy and grey with very low light levels so I felt uninspired to venture out. Instead I embraced the Sundayness and stayed in bed for the entire morning with a couple of forays downstairs to make more coffee. It was utter bliss. 

Shall I tell you what I did this morning while sat up in bed sipping coffee? I read my own blog, that's what. Do you think that's weird?? I started by re-reading back through my Blogtober posts, then every post after that until I got back as far as April and there was blossom and wild garlic. I wanted to try and get an impression of what it's like to be a reader of Attic24, to see what you see and to try and read as if I was on the outside. Ah, I confess to you that I do really enjoy my own writing. I like reading my own dialogue, hearing my inner voice chattering on and on about this and that, my daily comings and goings, observations and inspirations, seasonal commentary and the such like. It was a fun thing to do, like reading back through a diary when you've kind of forgotten what things you got up to earlier in the year. 

Something else I really enjoyed this morning was my Meadow Blanket - those soft, summery colours really did give me a heap load of feel good as I sat quietly in bed with my memories keeping my company. I'm not sure how the meadow blanket ended up on my bed in the first place (Big Blanket is on there too), but I slept with double blankety layers last night. My bed is certainly a cosy place to be and I thoroughly enjoyed my extended time spent there today.

Well I was all set to have a lazy pyjama day today, but in the early afternoon the weather brightened a little and all of a sudden I desperately wanted to be outside and not inside. I asked J if he wanted to walk with me but he was busy performing open heart surgery on an old computer and didn't feel like leaving it on the operating slab with all it's high tech innards hanging out. So I asked Little Lady, expecting her to say no (she's turned down many invitations to walk in the past few weeks, preferring to stay in bed). To my surprise she agreed and I tried my best to act cool and not squeal out loud with delight. You can bet that I did an awful lot of happy inward squealing though. 

It was a mild and breezy afternoon with a distinctly autumnal feeling in the air....

....perfect walking weather I'd say, warm enough to walk without a coat (just about) but it felt fresh and invigorating.

We walked familiar footpaths across fields...

...loving the open vistas and views of the surrounding hills. In the above photo, can you see the distinctive shape of the crag on the left hand side? This is the craggy moor top that rises above the reservoir and we climbed up there back in early September. 

Part of the walk we did today was along very quiet country lanes...

....and I thought they looked very picturesque in the soft autumn light.

It's just after 3pm at this point so the sun is already sinking quite low in the sky, making the shadows long and the leaves glow.

It really was very lovely out there today, and I really enjoyed chatting to Little Lady as we walked the fields and lanes. She seemed more light hearted somehow, and I am hugely relieved to be honest, it's not been an easy few months.

We're walking down a long, sloping residential street now and there are lots of large posh houses on both sides. There are very old, tall trees all along here too, and a delicious amount of leaves have already fallen to the ground. Oh, we had such a good time swooshing through them, kicking up great clouds of dried leaves in front of us as we walked. You are never too old to kick through piles of autumn leaves, it's good for the soul you know.

We're nearing the top of town now....

....and a lovely view of the church and the hill view beyond. I asked Little Lady if she wanted to head home or if she fancied a quick drink, and the drink was the option of choice.

I took her to Starbucks and treated her to her first Pumpkin Spice Latté of the season. It looked and sounded a weeny bit sickly to me but she was over the moon with it so who am I to judge? I stuck to a decaff cappuccino and it was OK, but not a patch on what I'm used to drinking at my favourite indie cafés. Still, it was all about my lovely Little Lady, and making sure she was as happy as could be.

And just like that the weekend is over, and another week commences - we're on half term now though, so I'm actually really looking forward to a different sort of a week with a totally different pace to it.

I'm off on my travels down south tomorrow, I'm travelling solo by train and am hoping that my time away will be restful. I did ask Little Lady if she wanted to come with me for a break away, but she's got her own plans with friends this week and actually seems quite excited for going out and about, so all's well.

I'm going to put together a little blog post right now ready to post for you tomorrow (I've already planned it and uploaded photos, I've just got to write the words now), and after that I'm going to try my very best to send you daily "Postcards from Dorset". I'm hoping I can do that using my tablet, and whatever internet I'm able to access down there - if you don't happen to see any posts appearing from Tuesday-Friday, then you will know that technology let me down. I'll do my best!

Thanks for reading and keeping me company, and all being well, Blogtober will continue from my old childhood bedroom three hundred miles south.......!

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Blogtober 2021 :: Day 23

Another Saturday rolls around and once again I find myself feeling comforted by my familiar and gentle domestic routines. I took great pleasure in switching off my alarm yesterday, and although I still woke up at around about the same time it was blissful to just stay in bed for a while. I stretched myself out to full capacity like a starfish (J was already up so I took full advantage of the extra space), and thoroughly enjoyed the slow, still, quiet start to my day.

Let me tell you about this box of tomatoes which is probably the biggest thing I've ever carried home from the market, possibly with the exception of the Giant Celery last year. ** As a side note, the giant celery was purchased on 24th October last year - this exact time of October seems very abundant around here, no?

Anyhow - about the tomatoes, these gloriously sweet and juicy sunshine-ripened Spanish tomatoes still clinging to the vine. I've been buying large amounts in brown paper bags every single Saturday for many months, often returning on a Wednesday to re-stock because we eat a ridiculous quantity of tomatoes in this house.

Last week Dominic (the lovely man who runs the veggie stall) was away on his holidays to Scarborough and so there was no veggie market stall last Saturday. Oh I did miss it, we had to buy from the supermarket and I tell you it just wasn't nearly as good, it really wasn't!! So this morning when we went to his stall I told him how much he was missed and in return he said  that he had a present for me. I didn't believe him at first, but then he told me it was no joke and that there really was a gift waiting for me. He asked me to guess what I thought it might be, and the very first thing that sprang to mind was tomatoes. Well I was utterly bowled over when he laughed out loud and reached under his stall to bring out a box FULL of vine tomatoes which he said were especially for me. They are the last cherry vine tomatoes of the season, and he had saved them for me - all mine!!!!! I was so touched, and of course I absolutely insisted on paying him for them because just look how many there are, but he would only take £2.50 for them. I felt like the luckiest lady in town this morning, so crazy-happy carrying my wooden box of toms, popping a few in my mouth every so often and marvelling at how sweet they are.

I wanted to show you these mushrooms too, also from Dominic's stall  aren't they a delight? They are a mixture of edible varieties and I'm not really sure how to identify them or even whether I need to? They were a  bit of an impulse buy (I was still quite overcome by the tomatoes) so I'm not sure what exactly to do with them....

....I think I may just cook them very simply and have them for brunch tomorrow while they are still nice and fresh. I'm thinking I'll pan fry them in a little olive oil, butter, garlic and parsley and serve them up on granary toast. Maybe with some vine tomatoes on the side too, because I do have a few tomatoes to hand that I could use.

Similar to last Saturday, I decided to make some soup for lunch and of course it absolutely had to have tomatoes in it. I roasted up a big tray of red peppers (I bought 5 peppers for £1 from the market), onion, garlic, sweet potato and tomatoes. When they were soft I added them into a pan with some veggie stock, a generous squeeze of tomato purée and a dollop of sundried tomato pesto, seasoned it well then whizzed it all up with my swanky new stick blender.

I only recently bought myself a stick blender for making soups and I am so taken with it. It's a dream to use and makes the whole process so much easier (and not nearly as messy) as transferring the mixture into my blender in small batches. I can just whizz away directly in the pan now. I bought this 600w Bosch one so it's quite powerful and does the job effortlessly. 

The soup was absolutely delicious, very rich and warming and just the thing for a quick weekend lunch. 

This afternoon I pootled along to the pharmacy with Little Lady to collect a prescription for her. Her blood test results came in yesterday and although mostly they were all normal she does have mild anaemia so has been prescribed iron tablets to take. It would go some way to explaining her low energy and low mood during the past few months so in a way we're relieved to have found something that can be worked with and fairly easily fixed. Some of you may remember that I have been anaemic in the past (twice in fact) so I know exactly what it's like and how low it can make you feel. The struggle is real, and I very much hope that she will begin to feel like her normal self again as the iron tablets begin to give her body what it needs.

On the way home we rested for a little while on a bench beside the canal. It was quite cold to be honest but LL needed to eat something and told me in no uncertain terms that she absolutely could not wait until we got home. Okay then, a bench picnic it is, no matter how chilly my bones are.

I snapped the above photo of my sofa when I came home as I could just tell that Little B had been right there at some point. Even when he was very small he always needed at least two blankets to be properly cosy and things haven't really changed all that much. He's just very much bigger now (as tall as me) so I'm surprised he only felt the need for two blankets today - usually he can be found under a whole pile of them. 

I've started writing my blog by candlelight in the evenings and I absolutely love it. It gives me just enough light to see where to put my fingers on the keyboard but feels beautifully cosy and atmospheric. The only light we have in our large downstairs room right now is coming from candles, fairy lights and the fire. It's quite lovely. 

Right then, I'm going to love you and leave you for now, I hope you've enjoyed this scintillating tale of tomatoes and mushrooms, soup and cold benches, blankets and candlelight. Such a thrilling life I lead. More waffle coming your way tomorrow xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

 

 

 

 

Blogtober 2021 :: RHS Harlow Carr

A visit to Harlow Carr is always a treat and the last time I visited was back in July 2019 when the sweet peas were in full bloom (that blog post is here). The trip I made yesterday was planned quite a while ago when Christine bought herself a membership to the RHS (which stands for Royal Horticultural Society - a very well know institution in the UK but if you aren't from this quirky little isle then you may not have heard of it). An RHS member can have unlimited visits to any one of the five RHS gardens in the UK and take a guest in free of charge. So being the wonderful  friend that I am, I very kindly offered to be available at ANY time if she needed some accompaniment to Harlow Carr, or any other garden for that matter. We set a date, and I have been really looking forward to it for many weeks.

Harlow Carr is near Harrogate, so about a half hour drive from my house, making it a very easy day trip for us. We arrived around midday (of course we had to go out for breakfast first) and honestly I was so, so, so insanely happy about the weather that the gardens could have been half dead and I still would have been delighted with it. If you hadn't already gathered, the weather was absolute perfection. It was quite chilly (around 8 degrees I think) but the sky was completely free of clouds and the most gorgeous shade of clear blue, which meant that the sun shone it's little heart out all day.

We had a printed map to follow, but as I'd been before we just decided to work our way around on instinct, following the meandering pathways through the various different areas of the garden. In the summer the above bed is usually filled with meadow planting, and the amazing kinetic sycamore seed sculptures gently turn in the breeze above a sea of wild flowers. It looked a little sparse at this time of year but the sculptures were still lovely to watch.

I had been expecting colourful foliage in October and I was not disappointed - there was lots of it!

The grasses were also very beautiful and were incorporated into a lot of the large flower beds. I loved the combination above - the tall purple flower is Verbena Bonariensis and it looked wonderful planted with the yellow daisy flowers which are a variety of Rudbekia. Yellows and purples seemed to be a bit of a theme throughout the garden.....

....and the colour contrasts were very striking.

We continued to follow the winding pathways around ponds and flower beds, eventually finding our way into the more natural part of the gardens.

There is quite a bit of woodland at Harlow Carr....

....and in the early afternoon it was magical. The sunlight was beaming through the treetops, and it was so nice just to stroll along chatting and breathing in the fresh woodsy air.

Eventually the pathways lead us up to the kitchen garden which is one of may favourite parts.

The extreme orderliness of the raised beds is somehow very appealing to my brain, and I love that the beds themselves are made out of recycled plastic milk bottles, how brilliant is that?

There was still quite a lot of veg growing in the beds, but obviously this part of the garden is at it's very best in high summer. This is where you will find a lot of the sweet peas in summer, scrambling up and over those gorgeous rustic arbours. 

There was still lots of colour though - a whole long row of neatly trained crab apple trees.....

.....and these amazing yellow flowers which must have stood about seven foot tall. I had to gently bend a stem down to take the above photograph. They look like dainty sunflowers, and I think they are in fact a perennial variety of sunflower.

I would love to grow some in my back yard - imagine that - seven or eight foot tall golden beauties right outside my window!

I showed you into this green house in yesterday's blog post - it was roped off so you couldn't venture inside, but the doors were open and it had been very beautifully staged for the season.

Just look how gorgeous it all is!! Pumpkins galore!!

There were lots of chillies too, and I loved the whole look of it in here. 

We are entering the Sub Tropicana garden now which is full of exotic looking foliage and bold planting.

There were brightly coloured dahlias here (although not as many as I would have liked) and lots of different varieties of Salvia. In fact I noticed that there were salvias of all varieties in pretty much every part of the garden - they are easy to recognise because they have flowers that look like baby snapdragons, do you know what I mean? Salvias are a humungous plant group and if you search for them on the RHS plant finder thingy, there are over 2000 results. The ones we saw at Harlow Carr were mainly deep purples and very dark pinks and they really were gorgeous. 

It's around 2pm now, and we've been walking and talking and oooooing and ahhhhhhing and taking umpteen photos for two solid hours. Time to find a bench in a sheltered sunny spot and have a bite to eat.....

.....doesn't this look yummy? Before setting off, we'd called into the farm shop to have our breakfast and pick up some lunch to take with us. I chose a vegetarian sausage roll with a filling of Mediterranean veggies and it was delish! We had some baby tomatoes on the vine, and some fruit for afterwards - a simple lunch really, because we were saving ourselves for a bit of an afternoon treat in the very well known Harlow Carr café (more of that in a bit).

After  our rest and refreshment we were raring to go again, and set out to explore the main borders. These aren't like your average garden borders at home because of course they are completely ginormous, so the planting is equally ginormous in scale. In fact the borders were so big that it was hard to photograph them, they just wouldn't fit into the frame.

What I did do was take lots of pictures of the colours that I liked, building up a floral colour palette in my photo album...

....from the pale purple asters (of which there were many)....

....to the deep and gorgeous burnt oranges of the heleniums.

I really fell a bit in love with the heleniums, they looked so beautiful in the glow of the afternoon sun.

I took way more photos than I am showing you here, but I'm trying to be careful not to send you over the edge with too much floral abundance. 

The last part of the garden we visited was one that I hadn't really seen a lot of in previous visits. I said to Christine that when you visit with Little People, you tend to have a different pace and different priorities. With children in tow, we would spend a lot of time playing in the woodland, and then time allowing the LP to run, run, run (and roll and cartwheel) across the wide open grassy spaces. By the time we got to the rock gardens, they would be a bit on the tired side and then it was all about wanting an ice cream, or a drink and something sugary to eat. So it was nice to be able to stroll slowly through this part, and it really is made for visiting in Autumn.

This area is called the Sandstone Rock Garden, and it's a mixture of giant sized rockery rocks, watery pools and the most beautiful shrubs and trees chosen especially for their foliage. 

I mean, just look how beautiful it all is!

The blurb on the website describes this area as reaching "a crescendo of colour" in autumn and it wasn't wrong - there is a large collection of Japanese Maple trees here and the foliage was spectacular.

I hope you can tell from my photos how special this place is - the atmosphere is a curious mixture of highly energising and calmly relaxing and you can't help but feel hugely inspired by it all. I love that there are soooooooo many benches of all shapes and sizes positioned around the garden, inviting you to rest or simply stop and enjoy the nature surrounding you on all sides. 

Of course our visit was hugely helped by the weather which was nothing short of perfection, we honestly couldn't believe our luck, especially after so many days of grey, wet weather earlier in the week.

It was quite honestly one of the nicest day trips I've had in a long time, well I would even rate it alongside my seaside jaunt which tells you just how happy it made me.

Now before we leave Harlow Carr, there is of course the pressing need for some top notch refreshment, and the café here is rather special. It is none other than a branch of the famous Betty's Tearooms and it is one refined and civilised place. A cup of tea is served to you quite literally on a silver platter with silver tea pots containing real leaf-tea which you must remember needs to be poured through a silver tea strainer. You must not forget this important fact, or your mouth will be full of leaves (please don't ask me how I know this).

Bettys is also famous for its baked goods, so we opted for a simple but very delicious toasted sultana scone to go with the tea. The toasting of a scone isn't something I've ever heard of before, but apparently it's a Bettys Speciality. It arrives already buttered so that the butter is completely soaked into the warmth of the scone, ooooooo, it's just melt in your mouth good. All very sophisticated and a very lovely way to end a sunny, colour-filled day.

I have decided that we must visit HC on a more frequent basis, because I would really like to see it change through the seasons. I imagine that even in winter there will be many delights, and oh, can you imagine Spring?? And early Summer?? Picnics on the grass, and some wonderful time idling amongst the flowers....I am all for it.

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Blogtober 2021 :: Day 21

I'm a bit late to my blog this evening because I've not long been home, yes, all very exciting because I've been OUT-out! I went out to a local bistro for dinner with my very good friend Christine who is visiting my patch, oh we've had such a lovely time of it. 

As you can see by these photos, not only have we been out to dinner but we had the whole day out and about as well so I'm feeling thoroughly happy in my soul and inspired by all I've seen. We took a trip to RHS Harlow Carr  which isn't too far from where I live - I've been quite a few times before but it was Christine's first visit. We were so, so blessed by the weather, it was chilly but stayed clear, bright and sunny alllll day and the gardens were looking absolutely stunning.

I wasn't expecting to see a huge amount of colour at this time of year but I was beyond delighted to find that colour was very much in abundance. It wasn't only the trees that were putting on a good autumnal show - the borders were absolutely radiant with swathes of late summer perennials still looking fabulous. I really felt uplifted and inspired by the colours in nature and I took oodles of photos, too many to sift through tonight so I've just given you a little taster for now. More will follow on tomorrow.

It got me thinking about Autumn and the colour inspiration I've found in this season over the years, and I thought it would be fun to share a few bits of it here.....

This was the inspiration behind my Cosy Stripe blanket - flowers, leaves, berries and seeds gathered at this time of year. You can see lots more photos ((here))....

....and more pics of the finished Cosy Stripe blanket ((here)).

My Woodland blanket was also directly inspired by the changing colours of trees and leaves in Autumn - ahh, I do LOVE this colour palette very much. You can read more about it ((here)).

I can't possibly talk about Autumn inspiration without mentioning my Autumn Wreath. This make proved to be incredibly popular and I see that it's still inspiring folks to make their own versions even eight years after I created it. You can see lots more photos and find pattern links in this post ((here)).

Four years old now, this is my Autumn Garland made in 2017. I designed some lovely new patterns for this make, including the oak leaf and acorn. You can read more about it in this post ((here)).

And last but not least are the little pumpkins I made to decorate my mantel for the autumn season. I absolutely adore them and really enjoy unpacking and displaying them each year. You can read more about them ((here)).

There were some lovely pumpkin displays at Harlow Carr today, it was such a feast for the eyes. I can't wait to show you more tomorrow, I hope you're ready to be force fed a gazillion photos of flowers and trees?!!

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Blogtober 2021 :: Day 20

If today's blog post had a title other than Day 20, it would probably be something like "Unsettled" as that pretty much sums up my mood from start to finish. I've felt off kilter, still a little bit achy low down in my belly, and not really able to concentrate on anything. My morning followed a familiar routine which I was thankful for - our usual early morning walk, followed by a busy hour or so seeing to alllll the jobs that need doing to get the day started and the Little People ejected out the front door at the right time and with the right stuff in their bags. Make the bed, empty the dishwasher, feed the kitty, clear out her litter box, make packed lunches, get breakfast ready, put a load of laundry into the machine. Reminders for rugby kit, reading book and packed lunch, good luck wishes for an easy day, wave them off as they head down the street one after the other. And breathe.

Between nine and ten I used the time to get myself ready for the day. I had a shower and got dressed, then caught up on my blog post comments, replied to Facebook comments and had a quick pootle through my Instagram feed. I ate a healthy bowl of milky porridge with banana, raspberries, mango, grapes, sunflower seeds and pumpkin seeds.

Just after ten o'clock J and I went out for coffee which has become our new midweek thing. I can't tell you how much I love it, it feels like such a treat. The little William Morris café had the fire lit for the first time this season and it was soooo cosy, we sat in old wooden high back chairs and enjoyed a seriously good cappuccino.

I then spent the next few hours faffing around achieving next to nothing. Pulled my heavy wheelie bin to the top of the back street so it could be emptied this afternoon. Pulled the laundry from the machine and shoved it in the drier. Messaged various friends on WhatsApp. Ate some left over couscous salad with avocado for lunch. Pulled the laundry from the drier, then folded it all and put it away. I felt restless but not sure what to do with myself, didn't feel like crocheting or knitting or stitching. 

It's two o'clock now, and all of a sudden I had an urge to bake, so I decided to make flapjacks. Realised I'd run out of golden syrup, so stood in front of the cupboard for a stupid amount of time trying to decide whether I could use honey and maple syrup instead. Would it work? Not sure, but eventually decided to try it and hope for the best.

I forgot to put my timer on and got distracted online (looking at beautiful seaside apartments to rent), only realising how much time had passed when a slight burning smell filtered into my brain. The flapjacks came out very "caramelized" around the edges, no, not burnt, just very, very well done.

Four o'clock now and I'm sat knitting and chatting to the Little People who are home from school and telling me about their day. Sodden wet muddy rugby kit to deal with, a tearful Little Lady who got her days muddled up and handed in the wrong piece of homework on the wrong day. I knit 7 rows of sock.

The kitty had the right idea....

.....so I allowed myself to be influenced by her and lit the fire so that I could loaf around in front of it warming my toes in the hearth. I didn't have to cook much tonight because we had a bit of a freezer disaster this morning. J came downstairs and found the door open and everything inside partially defrosted, so we had to throw some unsalvageable stuff away and put spaghetti bolognese on the menu for tonight. Luckily everything else in the freezer was either vegetables or bread products which are safe to re-freeze. The culprit was the Big Teen, foraging for an ice lolly in the middle of the night and not shutting the freezer door properly - he apologised and offered to replace the ice cream that had to be thrown out, so I guess it could have been worse. And the spag bol was delish.

At 4.47pm I stood on my front doorstep and took the above photo because it really felt like a minor miracle had occurred. After days of steady rain and glowering grey skies, all of a sudden the clouds were completely gone. Gone! Blue sky, blue sky!!

I did the only sensible thing I could do - pulled on my boots and a coat and ran out the back door and up to the trees at the top of the street.........

......chasing the sun......

......oh just look how glorious the light is!!

Ahhhhhhhh, it was so so so beautiful. Fresh and bright and so full of colour after days where everything has felt brown and grey.

I stood under this sycamore tree and gazed up through it's branches and felt so glad that I'd run up the hill to experience this perfect little slice of an October afternoon.

Utterly glorious.

I hope you've had a really wonderful day and that it has contained at least one utterly glorious moment in it, preferably more than one. Sometimes you've just got to get out there and chase those moments down.

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Blogtober 2021 :: Day 19

Another rain-filled, blustery day with leaves swirling down from the trees as I walked my way into town. Raindrops bounced into the canal, and the roads and pavements were puddled everywhere, but do you know the air felt pretty warm for this time of year (my weather app said 17 degrees) so I didn't mind the wet at all.

My feet were toasty warm in my hand knit socks and beloved Fly London boots - this will be my fifth winter wearing them and I love them very, very much. 

This is the narrow street which runs from the canal side into the centre of town,  a very convenient short cut known mostly to locals. At the very top end, you literally emerge between two shops..... 

....onto this charming little street which is called Sheep Street. At the weekends it is a very bustling, busy street indeed but on a wet Tuesday morning it was extremely quiet as you can see.

Two minutes to nine, and I'm right on time to meet my friend at our favourite café for a much needed milky coffee and a natter. We've been meeting here for over a decade so it feels wonderfully comforting and familiar....

....and the coffee is absolutely scrumptious. Not pictured is the sourdough toast with homemade plum preserve, it didn't last long enough to be captured on camera. It was good to chat to my friend, she's the closest friend I have locally and knows me pretty well. We met when I was pregnant with Little B and she stopped me to tell me how much she loved the crochet scarf I was wearing. I made the scarf in the days before I started blogging, so not sure if I've ever shown it but I wore it so much it eventually fell apart (you can see it on Flickr here, I hope the link works as Flickr is very old skool these days!)

An hour and a half later and another coffee down the hatch, we parted ways and I made my way home....

.....turning down another one of the "cut-throughs" to head back down to the canal. I live less than ten minutes walk from the main town centre shopping streets, so it's no hardship to walk to and fro to meet friends, pick up groceries, grab a quick coffee or run errands.

My diet has been a bit rubbish of late with far too much chocolate consumption and not enough of a healthy balance, so I made sure to have something wholesome for my lunch. I went for poached eggs on wholemeal toast, followed by a plate of fresh fruit. I cannot imagine daily life without fruit, it's probably my most favourite food group of all and always makes me feel good.

After I finished my fruit plate I got up to go and grab a drink, and when I came back to my chair I found it had already been taken.......

.......ooooooo, cheeky kitty! You can just see by the look on her face that she was being oh-so-cute in an attempt to distract me!

I popped out into the rain-soaked back yard this afternoon to put some old magazines into the recycle bin and noticed that my flowers were looking very sodden out there. They are still flowering pretty well, but the days of rain have made them very droopy indeed and I felt a bit sorry for them. I decided to snip some stems to bring inside - popped into a little thrifted jug and placed beside my bed.

I love having little posies beside my bed, it's such a sweet thing to wake up to in the mornings. I washed my bedding this morning so it's all nice and fresh and waiting for me to enjoy tonight, I honestly can't wait.

I felt out of sorts this afternoon, it's day one of my cycle and I was not feeling the best so I took some paracetamol and made myself a hot water bottle to try and ease the discomfort in my lower abdomen. I decided that a frothy decaff coffee and a bit of snuggle time on the sofa would help.......

......and one of these too. Possibly my most favourite chocolate of all time, have you tried them? You know how much I love a good bit of descriptive blurb, well you just have to read this ::

" Experience bliss with Lindt Lindor smooth melting salted caramel chocolate truffles. The Lindt Master Chocolatiers combine expertise and the finest ingredients to produce the perfectly round milk chocolate shell with salt crystals filled with an irresistibly smooth melting caramel centre. Since 1845, Lindt has been dedicated to producing the finest chocolates and the recipes created by the Lindt Master Chocolatiers are of the highest quality to delight your taste buds. The Lindor salted caramel chocolate box is the ideal gift for every occasion, from Father's Day to Easter, birthdays and Christmas, as well as being perfect for indulging in a blissful moment all to yourself "

Well quite, they certainly do delight my taste buds.

The Little People did good with their gift-giving for my birthday this year, although I have been enjoying a good many "blissful moments", way too many actually. I need to ease off a bit, make them last.

The magazines are September issues which I had forgotten about, so the pages are a curious mix of summer and autumn. I found it ever so slightly lacking to be honest (lots of neutrals) but there were a few inspirational pages which made my heart leap. 

Later on in the afternoon I had to pull myself together and prepare to go forth and do parental things. Little Lady needed to go and have some blood tests done which meant a short walk to our local community hospital in town. Afterwards she asked if we could stop at the supermarket and buy pumpkins - I've no idea why she suddenly wanted to go buy pumpkins right after having a needle stuck into her arm, but I figured it would take her mind off things a little. We ended up buying a rather large orange one as well as two smaller squash which were only 50p each. The dark green one is especially lovely in all its knobbly autumnal glory. We'll carve the big'n' on Halloween (when I say we, I mean ME, obvs) - the smaller two will be accents only and then I fully intend to eat them. I seem to remember that green squash have a strikingly orange interior? Delicious.

Right now, this is what I'm viewing just beyond my laptop. I've moved the jug of lilies by the way, after many of you told me how toxic they are to cats, so thank you for that. I had no idea. I've put them up on top of a tall chest of drawers where the kitty cannot get near them and I'm still able to adore them, so all's good.

I don't think the pumpkins can stay on the table until Halloween as the orange one is pretty massive, but for now I'm really enjoying the seasonal appropriateness of it.

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Blogtober 2021 :: Day 18

Today has been one of those days that passed in a blur of not-a-lot-ness, and to be perfectly honest I've not felt inspired to capture any of it in photographic form. It's been another grey and rainy day, the kind of light drizzly rain that seems to be fairly non existent and yet it leaves everything soaking wet. The raindrops caught on the alchemilla leaves stopped me in my tracks earlier when I was coming home after running a quick, wet errand. It's one of those occurrences that always amazes me even though I've seen it dozens and dozens of times.

The lilies on my table are in full throttle now and they are spectacular, I can't stop looking at them and the scent is something else. I know the colours are completely artificial, but I really am enjoying them. I've spent a lot of time at my laptop today doing some housekeeping. My jaunt down Memory Lane yesterday prompted me to take a good look at the files I store, and I've given them all a thorough sort out. Lots of deleting and a complete reshuffle of my word documents into folders so that things are easier to find. And then finally an up-to-date back up of everything onto my external hard drive. It feels good to have done it, but my goodness it was a time suck and didn't leave a lot of space for anything else in my day. 

I've felt a bit on the low side today to be honest, I've got some worries going on with family and it's playing on my mind a lot. I'm trying to decide whether to head down to Dorset next week to check on my Dad, or whether I need to be here to offer support for Little Lady (it's half term next week). I think I'll most likely be heading south, and a few days by the sea is actually very appealing.

Right now I'm going to go and sit by the fire and crochet for a bit and hope those soothing stitches calm my mind a little. Crochet is really, really good for that, especially the colourful rows I'm working on at the moment. I hope you've had a restful day, and I'll try harder with the photos tomorrow xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

 

 

Blogtober 2021 :: Day 17

Slow Sunday vibes here today, and it's been good. I enjoyed a little bit of a sleep in (till 7am) and then spent the next few hours sat up in bed with my tablet and several cups of frothy coffee, browsing on Instagram and watching YouTube videos about cute camper van conversions which is my latest fixation. I just can't get enough of watching them and love seeing how people of all ages and walks of life have created their dreamy little homes on wheels. It's insanely appealing, although I swing between desperately wanting to own a camper van and wanting to own a small apartment by the sea somewhere. Of course it's all just day dreaming at the moment, but daydreams do seem to bring me a lot of pleasure. I'm quite happy living in my own fantasy world.

Late morning we ventured out into the drizzly grey of the day to go and have coffee with a distant relative of mine who got in touch out the blue to say she was visiting the town where I live. She's my Dad's cousin which I think makes us second cousins, and although I didn't remember her at all (I think I was around 8 or 9 years old when we last met) her face was instantly familiar when we met up. Her Mum (my great Aunt, who is still alive at age 99) I definitely know and remember and there was a striking resemblance which I recognised immediately. It was a lovely hour to chat about family times and exchange news, and I was glad to make the reconnection.

This afternoon I cooked a chicken and lentil curry in the slow cooker, and spent more time with Little Lady who still seems very down. I'd been looking through my photo archives earlier in the day, diving right back through the years and getting thoroughly lost down Memory Lane. I was actually looking for blogging photos, but in amongst the crochet and flowers and hill views there were of course many, many images of the children going back over the years of their childhood. Oh, it was so sweet to spend time back in my thirties when I was a mum of two little ones, and then in my early forties when life with two young children and a new baby played out in my photos. And then I found the file with years of video clips and I was thoroughly lost back in time for a good while.....in the end I took my laptop up to Little Lady's room, squeezed into bed with her and made her watch endless little reels of her and her brothers when they were small. It really cheered her up I think, well that was the idea. 

Anyhow, I am rambling - what I'm trying to say is that earlier on it dawned on me that there were precisely two images on my camera roll today, and that would make for a very short Blogtober post indeed. So I began to wonder about what this particular day looked like last year, and the year before that, and the year before that? It's an interesting concept and due to my obsessive photography habit I was pretty sure I'd be able to plug in my external hard drive and dig out thirteen 17th-of-Octobers.

Would you like to see what I found? I'll work backwards, starting last year.

17:10:2020 ↑↑ I was sharing my completed cross stitch hoop and chatting about creating a little corner in my bedroom where I'd recently put a small desk. 

17:10:2019 ↑↑ I was working on my Dahlia blanket behind the scenes before launching the yarn pack in November 2019, and by the looks of it I was also poorly (blackcurrant Lemsip in the mug). 

17:10:2018 ↑↑ Snuggling up in the Big Chair with the kitty, working on a design for a woolly bag. I was making it out of a pure wool yarn with the idea of felting it in the washing machine - this project never did get finished, but it's still on my to-do list!

17:10:2017 ↑↑ I was making leaves and acorns for my Autumn Garland and the 17th of October four years ago contained loooooooads of leafy images. I remember having a fantastic time photographing the making process, it was very photogenic.

18:10:2016 ↑↑ I didn't have any photos for the 17th, but on the 18th Ocober 2016 I was in the studio getting all giddy over dried hydrangea flowers. Similar to the Autumn garland, I took lots and lots of inspiration photos of hydrangea flowers as I worked through ideas for a colour palette and blanket.

18:10:2016 ↑↑ October 2015 and I was walking in the woodland, it's certainly a place that you are probably extremely familiar with if you've been visiting with me for a number of years. It's interesting to see that the leaves were very much more Autumnal back then - they are still very green here this year.

17:10:2014 ↑↑ A walk home from town and a photograph of my feet. Ahh, it's the stuff that good seasonal blogs are made of!

18:10:2013 ↑↑ A slightly out of focus but very pretty little jar of back yard flowers on my table. Note that the zigzag baby blanket hanging over the back of my yellow chair is still in situ seven years later. I find it fascinating to see how little changes around here over the years.

18:10:2012 ↑↑ Oh yes, this was a nice surprise! These three little ceramic bowls reminded me that this time nine years ago I'd just returned from teaching on a crochet retreat in the South of France, and I bought these bowls from a market along with a bag of highly scented Provence Lavender. Such wonderful memories - you can read my posts about that trip here, here, here, here, and here. And of course, the project that I designed especially for this trip was the French Bower bird, which you can read about here. 

18:10:2012 ↑↑ a bit of a terrible photo I'm afraid, but I remember that the camera I had at the time really didn't like artificial light. You can see my beloved Big Blanket on my bed, and my colourful Interlocking Ripple blanket in it's early stages. It's been a long while since I made a blanket with anything other than my favourite Stylecraft Special DK.

18:10:2011 ↑↑ Oh, this photo is a bit special because it took me on a jaunt to Mallorca! I was lucky enough to have a long weekend away in October ten years ago (my first time away from Little B, who was only 10 months old at the time), and on this exact day I was wandering around the beautiful Sunday market in Pollensa Old Town. It was soooo photogenic, and I've just spent a gorgeous time re-reading my posts from that trip here and here. 

16:10:2009 ↑↑ Oh look, Little B is still in my tummy here!! Awwww!! I was showing off my stripy crochet wrist warmers and working on a little tutorial for the bobble edging.

17:10:2008 ↑↑ This was the first October in my blogging archives thirteen years ago. My hill view has featured a lot over the years, in all weathers, seasons and at different times of day. Today when I walked to the end of the street and gazed across the valley I could only see a very faint outline of the hill because it was obscured by a damp, grey mist.

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Well, I must say I've really, really enjoyed putting this post together, and it's something I think I'll do again in the future. I know a good many of you have been following me for many, many years, but for those of you who are newer visitors, my archives are listed at the bottom of the right hand side bar so you can dip into them at any time. 

And just for the record, this is post number one thousand, five hundred and sixty two. That's a lot of sharing.

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