The path through the daisies, led us on, deeper into thought, and deeper into the dale.
But we can’t comprehend. Stand together Manchester
We’ve been to London, not see the Queen, but to see family, and whilst we were there we did two things, we went to the National Archives, to take a look at the war diaries of the time my father spent in Burma, during WWII with the 864 ME Coy Royal Engineers. It was an emotional experience. And deserves a blog post of its own. I need a little time to bring my thoughts together first though.
Afterwards, to decompress, we went to Kew Botanical Gardens, a favourite place.
We’d not been to Kew Palace before (which stands within the gardens) its a gem of building. Imbued with history, its been a home to the Royal family as far back as 1729.
But what we liked about its that for the best part of two centuries it stood empty, which meant many things were left unchanged, it escaped the passing fashions of the time.
I thought the soft light and the colour of the clerks of the kitchen’s office rather special.
The dinning room is set for the first meal King George was allowed to eat with a knife, as he recuperated from a period ‘of madness’ at Kew
In 1788 the whole nation was thrown into turmoil as the King was declared ‘mad’ after the onset of a mysterious illness, probably porphyria. This is a hereditary blood disorder that can cause temporary mental derangement.
Roast rabbit was on the menu, I think you might wish to take a knife to it!
They were not the only delicacies…
The top floor of the building is unrestored, we liked seeing the way the building was put together,
I’m always drawn to a little sparkle though
The room guides were as imbued with the history as the building itself. We’d have missed the detail and craftsmanship of this original window, were it not for the guide
And who knew the Royal Palaces have a sash window expert that maintain these troublesome devices so they can be lifted with a finger.
Here I am. Mr Uphilldowndale has set my computer free from its festering mire of data, and uncovered the truth, that my new Samsung phone really doesn’t like ‘sharing best pictures’ with Lightroom, it was nothing personal. To get things moving again I’ve even had more memory installed, sigh, I wish that was personal. Especially if it was short term memory, it’s something I’m always a bit short on.
I’ve had a lovely time this weekend, I took myself off to a mixed media workshop, by the fabulous Mrs Bertimus. Look at her lovely work.
So much to aspire to, so much fun to be had,
so much care and preparation given to the making of our day, we couldn’t have asked for more.
We were at the studios of Hope and Elvis,
I not the sort of girl, that would fancy a ‘spa day’ but the kind of hospitality received at Hope and Elvis, is the creative equivalent to a spa day, a warm welcome all the materials you could ever need delicious food and very importantly as much tea as you can drink. I can’t believe I’ve got this far through the post and not mentioned the cakes
The eating of cakes was a serious matter, there were even written instructions. You can’t argue with that.
I’m off to my girl shed to have some fun
There is a whole lot of nest building going on. I’m not sure how this thrush managed to find its way back to the nest site…
But it did.
We’re a little concerned as it seems a very exposed site, in an oak tree near the pond.
It’s only a hop, skip and a jump for the cats to be up there. We’ve already had the bodies two young rabbits, two robins and three mice on the door mat, in the last couple of weeks. I suppose when the leaves open it will be better hidden. Fingers crossed.
It has been a glorious Spring day, we’d not be hasty enough to say the worst of the weather is over, oh no, snow as late as April is entirely possible.
But we enjoyed the beauty of the moment, listening to croaking frogs in the pond, watching bees feasting in pussy willow.
Sad news recently reached us, that Tim Green of Village Farm, East Portlemouth South Devon (a village with a special place in the hearts of clan Uphilldowndale) has tragically died in an accident on the farm; we send our condolences to Rebecca, Tim’s family, all at Village Farm and the community of East Portlemouth; sad and difficult times. There is a beautiful tribute to Tim on the Village Farm website. I’m sure his memory and passion will live on at Village Farm.
I suspect few of us give a second thought when we sit down to our meals of the risks faced on a daily basis by the farming community. Working with machinery and livestock will always present dangers, sadly this February has been particularly harrowing
It’s back! We have a phone line, we have broadband! Put the kettle on lets have a nice pot of tea. Storm Doris is behind us at last.
Mr Uphilldowndale, Tom and I were sat at the kitchen table the other day having a cuppa; idly we calculated that our Denby tea pot, purchased circa 1987, has made in the region of 47,000 pots (not cups) of tea. Astounding.
Tom wryly observed ‘We wouldn’t be working this out if we had the Internet, wed have found better things to do.’ he is probably right. It also cast my mind back to how we had the majority of our Denby Greystone crockery as wedding gifts. The very first phone call I took, to our landline, from a mobile phone (a car phone) was about a matter of great importance, a friend and early adopter of such technology rang to ask ‘This wedding list of yours, we’re just going shopping, err what exactly is a ramekin’.
Tom of course has never know a world without mobile phones and the Internet, or for that matter Denby crockery. Tom is 22 today.
We are still awaiting the return of of our telephone connection, storm Doris seems such a long time ago now. We’ve all been juggling with our mobile data quota, I have a long to-do list on my desk. Mr Uphilldowndale has spent a lot of time listening to the ‘music’ whilst awaiting a conversation with Plusnet. Their service isn’t what it once was.
We left it all behind and went to south Wales to see Joe, and spent a couple of nights on the Gower, we’ve been there before.
Looks like they get proper windy weather, all the time.
We had a lovely walk along the coast path to Rhossili
and enjoyed a welcome beer over looking the bay. I thought it might be a bit cool sat outside with Spud the dog, but the wind dropped and the sun broke through warming our backs. It was delightful.
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