Dreams are made of this..

Our (well okay, my thoughts) are straying to maybe, when we move, perhaps, buying a motorhome and spending some time on the move. Maybe it's a reaction to spending the last 3 years 8 months more or less rooted to the spot. I do love to travel and would like to spend a lot of time really exploring the UK. Some may think after someone has lived there for 50 years + there can't be much left to see, but not so. One thing about the UK, especially England, is the landscape and general style can change within a few miles. There is just so much going on. Finances won't let us run to a luxury model such as the Knaus above, and to cope with tiny roads and difficult parking something like this may be more useful...


for sale here
I am spending too much time browsing motorhome websites, especially the forums where you get user's views and not just advertising speel. My knowledge base is expanding into previously unknown territory. For instance, I bet you don't know what a SOG loo is do you! That's one of the downsides of motor homing eliminated.

I need a holiday

I want a holiday. We haven't had a holiday for 4 years. Okay, I did get to cycle for 10 days with my mate Annette last year so, yes, I suppose that definitely was a break. But I want one of those lie by the pool in the sun and then wander down to the bar in the evenings type of holiday. Without other people to consider (God I'm just so horrible!). But you know what? If someone waved a magic wand and we were off on a holiday to Crete next week, you know what my first thought would be?

Bugger, much weight can I lose in 5 days.....

The Summer Solstice June 21 2007 18:06 GMT

I love midsummer, stone circles, dawn. Perhaps I'm a druid.









Photo by KimM-O

Yup, I'm old

The day before yesterday, Asda (large chain of British supermarkets (now owned by Walmart?)) announced that sales of clothes pegs had risen by 1000%. This was attributed to the increasing awareness of global warming and that, perhaps, you could forsake the dryer and dry your clothes out of doors.

Then yesterday, two separate channels ran items about HOW TO HANG YOUR WASHING OUT. I remember that a colleague once related a story, of how her neigbour turned down her offer to use said colleagues washing line when the neigbours dryer had broken (this was summer) with a snooty "but that's like a peasant". Peasants? Is it me?

The weather here has been wet, very wet. We had a long, grey wet winter, then April was absolutely glorious. We started to make contingency plans for watering the garden, saving grey water, maybe buying a pump for the well. But from May onwards, it's been 90% wet. It's still been getting warmer so the humidity is very high and we get thunderstorms. The hay can't be made, after seeing the grass go to early seed in April, now it can't be cut and dried. And the torrential rain is flattening it.

The little cria, now called Consuela for posh and Connie for short, very soon learnt how to dash for the field shelter. She's doing very very well, the best thing is just to watch her in the evening sprinting at top speed around the paddock, and yesterday she was even pinging, or pronking I've heard it called. It's a sort of effortless bounce on all four feet at once, they seem to just flick their feet, with hardly any movement in their legs, heads and tails up, they do it when they're happy.

Happy Easter!

It's set to be a glorious weekend here, the freezing cold wind has dropped and we are blessed with clear blue skies and temperatures around 16C which is very warm for us this time of the year.

The comment link disappeared on the last post, thanks to Little Critter Keeper for flagging it up. I was investigating then posted this and I see they are back! Just the one post it seems was affected. Poor old Blogger.

Socks and gin

I'm on a quick visit to the UK to see my old Dad and Mum and came away from their house minus my holdall. It contained the cursed socks and a litre of gin. Nuff said.

It's only 02.21 ...

... I was reading an old post on Maia Spins and there was a link to Web sites as graphs
where you pop in the address of your blog and get this, Well, you won't get that picture exactly, you can get your own. On the site there are a few links which I followed as it is 02.22 now in the morning and that's how I waste my time and I got this. I can see a slight problem, just a tiny one. Over here in Euro territory, the euro symbol goes after the numbers. Do you think I should tell him? Nah.

Rain

Rain

Today, back to this.

No more navel gazing..

It's time I stopped feeling so sorry for myself.

I opened the door this morning to let Poppy in who was doing her usual 'lets bark and show 'em who's boss around here' on the front door step. It was just dawn, enough light to see AND THE BIRDS WERE SINGING, they were tweeting and twittering and I know it's still early February but there is that hint of fresh softness in the air that promises so much.

I've just signed up for another Web-ring SpinKitties, not authorised yet so the links wont work just yet, but I'd better start posting some spinning and knitting pictures. I was looking at the membership list, (it's growing, get in quick!) and clicked on a few random ones as you do, and found this lovely poem by JR Tolkien posted by Katherine. I've never put 'reading poetry' as one of my pastimes, but, I do actually enjoy quite a lot, and find it moving and thought provoking. I enjoy the rhythm and sound of the words but I've never been able to remember and quote lines. Like many things, I remember the emotions, feelings, a general sense, an impression, rather than the actual words. Apart from Philip Larkin's "They f**k you up, your mum and dad.." that is.