Sunday, September 29, 2013

Sunday 29th Sept.

Well there I was thinking of something to write this week, my mind has been elsewhere, for a start on Aubrey Burl Stone Circles of Britain, and his writing on the stone circles of Bodmin.Moor.  Chasing, at least in my mind round the circles and stone rows.  So what has peaked my interest, on Facebook I have 'Natural Homes' that delivers  crazily built cob houses, wooden houses and all types of self-sufficient housing which I love dearly and I spied a photo of a room with seating arrangements that looked over a glassed over area of plants and fell in love with it, but when I went to look for the photo it wasn't in my files and I happened to stumble across the one below.  So nostalgia rolled in, this was the house that belonged to my first in laws in  Blonay in Switzerland, they were my 'mum and dad' for many years and it brought back happy memories. The children, Karen and her cousin Marc playing in the pool below, the wood strawberry plants abundant on an awkward slope, mum going through the compost stuff because someone had thrown away a silver spoon. Grandpa reading the two children stories in the afternoon, Marc terrifying Karen with terrible stories of Persian giants one day as a great crashing thunderstorm rolled over the French mountains, lightening streaking across the lake. The paddle boat was stranded out in the centre of the lake as it could not dock and all the little boats hastily came in. 
Now they are both grown up, approaching middle age no less, how life moves on, I shall find the photos of them both and translate them to this web mode, so that the grandchildren can look back as well.  They have all survived in the caravan, no tv but survive quite happily on early nights and a DVD on the computer. One house exchanged and the furniture out of the old Whitby house next friday hopefully to be moved into the new house but there is still an element of uncertainty, as the signers are away on holiday.
The children have settled in to their new schools, my daughter says everyone is very friendly in Todmorden, I note Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall was down there last week-end celebrating the food grown in all the public spaces.






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  1. Selling houses is never easy is it Thelma. Right up to the last moment there is always this element of uncertainty. Hope by the end of next week it is all over and you can all relax.

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    1. Hi Weaver of Grass, Yes I have been worrying about them all, though they all seem to think it is a great adventure, lots of walks round where they live and a lively community. The house they are moving in will need some work though, and it does tend to flood in Tormorden!

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    1. Hi Kath, Note grandpa's Thai shirt, mum always had lengths of this tie-dyed material, the scraps she would make up into dressing gowns for people backed with flannelette;)

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  3. Are you selling your cottage in Whitby? If you are why? Sorry, if that sound nosy... It just that you put lots of hard work into it.

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    1. No Paula, It is my daughter and family who have sold up and moved from Whitby, the cottage's future has a more uncertain future now but not for a couple of years at least. We are both very fond of Whitby and its 'glamour'.
      Just love the fact we have within three minutes of the cottage, Botham the baker, butchers and greengrocers, plus three pubs and of fish and chips ;)

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    2. edit; 'of course' fish and chips, not to forget Indian food as well!

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  4. What a beautiful looking place. So funny how colour photos of that time fade in that very particular way!

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  5. Yes I notice a strange depth of colour, especially in the flowers I took at that time.

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