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Cowslips in Leicestershire this morning
The cowslip is protected here in the UK but you wouldn’t think that it was in decline if you came across this field whilst out walking. In the heart of Leicestershire we have several hot spots of cowslips, and this has to be one of my favourites. It’s tucked away. My boys call it the ‘magic field.’ It is where I have based a chapter from my book ( a mere work in progress).
This morning Nicky Campbell was talking about Morecambe and Wise’s theme song, ‘Bring me Sunshine’ on Radio Five Live and how uplifting it is. It seemed rather fitting to be humming the tune this morning as I took these photographs!
Bring me Sunshine, in your smile,
Bring me Laughter, all the while,
In this world where we live, there should be more happiness,
So much joy you can give, to each brand new bright tomorrow,
Make me happy, through the years,
Never bring me, any tears,
Let your arms be as warm as the sun from up above,
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love.
Bring me Sunshine, in your eyes,
Bring me rainbows, from the skies,
Life’s too short to be spent having anything but fun,
Bring me Sunshine
We can be so content, if we gather little sunbeams,
Be light-hearted, all day long,
Keep me singing, happy songs,
Let your arms be as warm as the sun from up above,
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love.
Words – Sylvia Dee, Music – Arthur Kent
Common Blue
‘We got to Calais and I said, which way, left or right?’
Inspired by a friend recounting a recent trip to France in their camper van, Callum and I headed out one morning with the dog along our usual route, with the idea that at some stage, we would take a new turn and do a spot of ‘adventuring.’ Halfway up a hill towards an a old railway line I made the suggestion that we turned right instead of our usual left and go exploring in the ‘dark woods.’ We had a while until David and Alex returned from tennis lessons and it was a lovely day. Callum was quite sceptical at my suggestion as the dark woods (as we called them) seemed so uninviting, and as the trees were now hiding most of the old gate, it was clearly somewhere where nobody dared to venture at all. In the hope of awakening his sense of adventure, something that he had clearly lost following an hour in front the of the TV earlier, I quickly jumped the gate and began battling the undergrowth, following the dog down a hill towards a brook.
So, two Hobbits left the comfort of the Shire, entering the dark wood imagining strange encounters with previously unseen beasts. Read the rest of this entry »
Copper hunting horn
This is still fox-hunting country, whether banned or not. There are several active hunts here that still survive following the Hunting Ban, namely the Quorn and the Belvoir Hunts. I have no opinion on hunting either way and although I do ride, it is not something I have the slightest interest in taking up. I don’t believe that I am cut from the same cloth as those that do. For one, I clean up after my family and other animals and get very frustrated at those who do not – so I can’t imagine that the Master of the Hounds would be happy with me dismounting to fill up a pooh bag every ten minutes or so. More likely he would leave me behind instead.
Often in the early morning, I come across a hunt, that either stops me from taking my usually drive across the Vale, or I am caught up in one when out walking the dog across the fields. The former is simply infuriating, particularly if I am on my way to the station to catch a London train, whilst the latter can be terrifying, particularly if the sound of the horn starts getting a little too close. But worst still is cleaning up the mess in The Village after they have all trotted through, either blissfully unaware or blatantly ignorant. I don’t grow roses and we have other sources of manure to dig into our vegetable patches, thank you.
Ok, so perhaps I have no particular view on the sport of hunting per se but I admit having a mild irritation with those that do. That’s not to say that the sight of a hunt trotting through our Village is not spectacular. It only happens two or three times a year and it is indeed a sight to behold and always exciting to watch, particularly if the dogs are fox hounds. There is something so thrilling to see a pack of fox hounds; as most live in large packs, it is not a breed that is often seen on the end of a lead in the local park.
So, whether you agree with the sport or not is neither here nor there, but I was curious to come across this old hunting horn yesterday in one of our local charity shops. Read the rest of this entry »
wild cherries
I am not a chef and will never claim to be anything else but a lover of simple home cooking. In my life BC (before children) I had no interest whatsoever in cooking. I rarely had little else other than a good white wine and some cheese in the fridge. And milk for tea. I ate out most of the time, especially when I lived and worked in central London and when I did have to cook for myself, cheese on toast was just about it. And even then it was cream cheese. No wonder I complained of having no energy all of the time!
My passion for cooking has developed over the years but primarily as a result of two events. First of all I was bought a copy of Nigel Slater’s Real Cooking. It certainly transformed my thinking about cooking – it suddenly all seemed so easy! Read the rest of this entry
Green Egg without the Ham
The boys went over to a friend’s today so that I may finish an article that was (and still is) way past its deadline. No, I didn’t finish it and yes, I am writing this instead. Writer’s block notwithstanding, I find on these occasions it is worth switching off totally from the piece in hand and write about something completely different. Ok, most of you would have taken your children to the park, but here I am still at the PC, this time writing about an entirely different subject matter. Given that the other article is about the importance of nutrition on the health of the eye, there is surely a tenuous link in there somewhere. Read the rest of this entry »
David does the garden. I do the house. There is more than enough grass in our garden to keep one man busy for an afternoon with the lawn mower. He certainly doesn’t need me there as well. After all when we both go out there, we 2 suddenly become 4; the football will then appear, then the goal net and then the dog. And so Read the rest of this entry »
Yes, yes, I’m avoiding the ironing again. For what? Quite.
Blog, Grr. Hate that word. Hate it, hate it, HATE ot. What is a 44 year old mother of two doing writing a daily ‘blog?’ Is it as though I actually have time on my hands? I have a job, indeed I have my own business, but perhaps this is a way of avoiding the ever increasing pile of ironing that is gradually taking over the spare room.
As I write, Read the rest of this entry »
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