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

Stacking Up


It’s been busy around here of late, chores and posts are stacking up.


For one thing we zipped  off down to Worcester  to visit  Mr Uphilldowndale’s  Mum,  whilst we were there she needed a hand with a few few DIY type tasks and domestic chores, this is following an operation to her foot, which has left her less mobile than usual. 

Whilst my men folk busied themselves lagging pipes, fixing baths, taps and computers I set off into the town centre, somewhere I’ve not been for many a year. My mission was to find some sort of caddy or basket to fix to Mums walking frame** so she could tote a few things around the house with her, my search ended at Lakeland*, where I found a peg basket that, with the aid of a couple of cable ties  fitted the bill perfectly.

I’m afraid I didn’t have the time to take many photos, but I felt I had at least to capture Pratley’s, a shop of a genre that is disappearing from the high streets of this country (the photos are from my phone, but better than nothing I suppose) .

Pratley’s is a glass and china shop,

pratley -1

in many ways the stock feels like it has been passing its life on the shelves waiting to become vintage china, cutting out the middle man, see first photo .

There isn’t as much stock in the shop as I remember, but that was a long time ago.


But it is still full of surprises

pigs head -1 

You are never quite sure of what you will find next


* feeling very middle aged, in that my  ideal shopping destination is Lakeland….

** On the subject of walking frames, here is a photo from last summer, that I don’t think I ever posted: we were amused by the Le Mans style start  of the walking frames at the nursing home where Mr Uhdd’s aunt was staying.

Le Manns Start-1


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 “Stacking Up

  1. LeMans walkers at the ready. Precious.

  2. When we used to visit my Granny in the nursing home, the lunchtime rush to the food was like the Wacky Races, but with walkers, sticks, wheelchairs and scooters. They even had a Penelope Pitstop – one of those elderly ladies who always looks absolutely immaculate! Still makes me smile to think of it.

    Oh, and I love Lakeland. They have a shop in Edinburgh and I go in and forget to come back out. We’re not middle aged, we’re recycled teenagers with a bit of common sense (sometimes).

  3. Pratley’s is my style of shop too, and sadly, they are rapidly disappearing on this side of the pond as well. Makes me feel like a dinosaur, or a species headed for extinction.

  4. We love pratleys and visit there often and got to know the owners quite well, they are selling it now.
    The americans are very interested in the shop because it is oldy worldly type of shop.
    So, we’ll see what happens.

  5. Sadly such shops are becoming few and far between. xx

  6. I blame my generation. When we were in our peak spending years we hared off after the latest eye-popping novelties. Now that we’re back to appreciating things like good value, made by our neighbors, comfortable – we are in our peak penny-pinching years. Assuming there is such a thing.

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