Reasons (for me) to be cheerful

As The Boy has commented, it’s a horrible time of year, and we have had some bad news of late. In the spirit of following my own advice – here a few little things that have been pleasing me lately. Feel free to add some of your own.

  • I’ve planted lots of bulbs, it’s going to be lovely in the Spring
  • My Christmas cake is baked, and ready to be ‘fed’ under the stairs
  • The inclement weather means that I’m wearing my boot collection, most of which have heels, and I can tower of my colleagues
  • My sister’s birthday, my Uncle John’s birthday, the Welshman’s birthday, Cari’s birthday, my birthday, Fr Rattue’s birthday, Dr Bones’ birthday, my brother’s birthday and my name-day are all coming up
  • It’s a new academic year, which means it’s a new business year at work, and so there are lots of new projects coming up
  • Lorna is cracking on with my portrait
  • The Archers is now available as a podcast
  • A kind friend picked up some Assam tea for me from Cardrews yesterday. After a week drinking Earl Grey I was in sore need of it. I’ll drink any old tea (well not quite ANY OLD Lorna) when I’m out, but when I’m home ‘proper’ tea is important to my wellbeing
  • I’ve picked up a pile of books from a colleague at work for next to nothing
  • Vince Cable has shown some backbone by refusing to meet King Faud

A wee bit of advice…

Here is a sign from Brittany with a rather good graphic I think…

It was led me to thinking about other advice I’ve been given…that works…

From my Mother:

  • Never trust a dog with ginger eyebrows
  • Never trust a man who wears a cravat (Jimmy Muir proves the rule!)
  • Never agree to date a man you’ve only ever seen in black tie

From my Grandpa

  • There’s always time for a cup of tea
  • Scrimp on the food but never on the wine
  • Cheap shoes are a false economy

And my advice to you

  • Never leave a hamster with your contact lenses

Scottish Thoughts…

I need a dose of sea and sky every so often and it’s been TOO LONG! Still, it’s raining at the moment, so I could almost be in Scotland…

Rudding Park – in God’s own county

For our wedding anniversay (our pottery one, if you’re interested) we went to stay at Rudding Park, just outside Harrogate, where The Boy had golf business. The grounds were landscaped by Repton, so all very Jane Austen, except the orginal house was pulled down and rebuilt by some mill owner from Huddersfield (dodgey people these Huddersfield types!).

Peter and his staff (especially the laconic Felipe in the bar) made us feel really welcome. The chocolate, toffees and little ladybird massage thing were all nice touches, but sybarite that I am I think I’ll recall ‘The Cheese Experience’ for some time to come.

“Come and see the long course” they said…”it’s really pretty” beseeched Peter. And yes, it was. But being me, I was interested in everything apart from the ‘cracking golf holes’ – this floating bridge for instance.

Or these mushrooms…

When was it decided that posh lawns (sorry greens) have stripes? Has someone written the history of the lawn? I’m sure they have.

The half-way house…saviour of many a golfer.

More Memories…

I had a really nice time with weekend, looking through some family photo albums with my Dad. As you liked the last picture of ‘lil Lucy’ – here is one we found of the three of us. I guess I’d be about 18 months or so. As you can see, Jerry didn’t really have eyebrows until he was somewhat older 8-).

Chatham Historic Dockyard

On Sunday, The Boy, The APs and I went to Chatham Historic Dockyard. It’s an interesting mixed use site with a working boatyard, rope works, offices and part of the University of Kent as well as the museum.

I was rather taken with the figurehead on HMS Gannet…(esp. the feet)

…and its copper bottom.

The Boy was very excited by the sub HMS Ocelot. When my Dad took a school party here in the late ’60s, when it was still a working dockyard, he saw a similar sub being built.

This is one of the last WW2 destroyers (in service till the early ’70s) HMS Cavalier. My knowledge of the arctic convoys is all garnered from ‘The Cruel Sea’ – it was a very hard life.

I found it very weird to see colours and typefaces I associate with domestic goods from the ’40s on these missiles.

The wheel wasn’t on the bridge but down below.

I don’t think Dad belongs here….

…this is more like it!