Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Three, Take Away Two


Three gulls,

Take 3 birds-2

take away two

Take away 2 birds-2

leaves one.

Pretty little bird-2

There is to be so much coming and going of visitors in the next few days, so much so, that we’ve had to draw up a list (written on a white board, thoughtfully screwed to the kitchen door, it usually reads, ‘Remember games kit’ ‘Don’t forget drum lesson’ every home of school age children should have such a board.) but the list only works if you know what day it is in the first place and I for one have lost the plot. So Mr Uhdd is keeping the board updated for me, i read that today is Monday.

Joe’s friend is already here, I collected him from the A38,  at the Little Chef (south bound) at Barton Under Needwood last night. (is there anything more depressing looking than a Little Chef on the 27th December?) The family M are arriving tomorrow, it is a long running joke that Mr, Mrs and Ms M always bring with them a ‘gremlin’ that causes a domestic appliance to fail whilst they are visiting us. This time they have excelled themselves, they haven’t even pointed the car at the M1 and the dishwasher has packed up and the boiler is making whirry noises. I must email them, ‘bring Marigolds and additional jumpers.’


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

6 thoughts on “Three, Take Away Two

  1. That last one stayed because he was compelled to catch up on the Uphilldowndale posts he’d missed while celebrating the Gullidays. He’s utterly fascinated by life along the Very Steep Lane. Looks a bit ruffled, though, by something he’s read.

  2. My daughters broke my white board marker on Christmas Eve, so now my life is in a muddle with a blank board that should have many items written upon it.

  3. (is there anything more depressing looking than a Little Chef on the 27th December?)

    Unfortunately; yes there is.

    But on a lighter note, do they still do the Christmas Special at Little Chef?

    • Hummm, compared to the sights sounds and smells of one of your average shift Gadget I supose the Little Chef must be a beacon of light.
      We never got as far as the menu, we swapped kids in the car park, used the facilities and headed for home, we did nothing for their profit margin I’m afraid.

  4. I’m only keeping track of the days at the moment by looking at the meal list I’ve got on the fridge (yesterday we ate turkey pie, therefore today must be Tuesday…)

  5. I smiled when you posted Barton Under Needwood
    The A38 splits two massive seams of sand and gravel.
    Ive worked in both pits either side of the road.

    Heading southbound the pit on the right has more gravel than sand and the pit on the left has more sand than gravel.
    So they both trade sand and gravel to get a nice balance.

    I built a large mining bucket this year for the left hand side pit and as far as I know the spec they required was to dig 400 tonnes an hour.
    About 3500 tonnes a day.

    Never been in the Little Chef either.

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