Uphilldowndale

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


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A Mothers Place is in the Shed

 

I’m the proud owner of my very own girl shed, workshop, studio, call it what you will: once it was a stable, and whilst we never kept a horse in it, we did keep a cow. Then it housed the lawn mower and Mr Uphilldowndale’s tools, and such like: now it has light, heat, hot and cold running water. The walls are smooth plaster over super cuddly insulated plasterboard.  Mr uphilldowndale has sourced a very nifty device which uses surplus electricity from our solar panels to heat it. I’m as snug as a bug in a rug, and very content.

The idea is that it  is my space for anything creative, my sewing machine, fabric and wool, the paints, inks and pencils that I seem to spend more time choosing than using.

I’m not fully settled in yet, but I had to unpack some treasures I’ve had stashed away since we cleared Mums house, a tobacco jar from my Dad’s garage, button boxes and bobbins, sort of a little still life arrangement, cum mothers day shrine, if you will; with some beautiful catkins. 

Mothersday collection

It was soothing to arrange a few things, simply for the pleasure of it, an antidote to the kitchen perhaps? (Heather would understand)

Kitchen Spud and Jammy 

I’m really not sure what I shall do in my new space. But I shall get creative and enjoy myself. (Did anyone watch The Big Painting Challenge on BBC2 tonight? Ouch those judges were savage… probably put more people off trying art than it encouraged. Shame.)


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The Eye of a Hawk

I’ve just finished reading H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald, it packs a powerful punch; its language is beautiful,poetic; its observations of nature, life and death, are heart achingly observed.

It may be  of course that it caught my  interest and emotions on two counts,  there is a powerful story of loss bereavement in the book, and I  also had the privilege to meet a glorious goshawk called Mo a few weeks ago.

 

We met at a party, as you do.  She is only young, but look at the power in those talons!

Mo

It was Mr uphilldowndales uncles 90th birthday celebration so Mo was probably  a more appropriate star turn than a children’s magician of a kiss-o-gram.

She stay’s (to use the scots phrase, as I don’t think she could belong to anyone) with Mr UHDD’s cousin.  I got to hold her, which was a treat, she did that gimbal /snake head manoeuvre, where her whole body could be moved, up and down or from side to side on my arm, but her head, or more importantly her eyes, never moved, not a fraction of an inch

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For Christmas I was given a remote video camera, a  Bushnell Trophy Cam (lucky girl ehh?) The website appears to be into a different sort of ‘shoot’ and ‘capture’ than I have in mind, but here, see, have a look at what can be done (when I’ve sussed it out!)


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Lovely Ladies

Happy New Year to you all.

This little video made me smile, it reminded me of a generation of wonderful women who were part of my childhood.  They were kind, skilled and tough, they made Christmas puddings in white bowls with muslin lids, carefully tied up with string. They grew giant rhubarb and strawberries that tasted divine. Their quarry tiled kitchen floors were glossy red and their fireside brasses glowed in the firelight over the hand made rag rug . One especially has a place in my heart, Laura, my mums neighbour when she was first married, she could solve any crisis, knitted clothes for my dolls, baked cakes like these

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and  she read me Winnie- the- Pooh  from beginning to the end, a chapter at a time, every Wednesday night when she came round for a natter and a gossip.

Oh yes, she was very like these ladies.


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A Quiet Christmas

Seasons greetings to you all. We’d planned a quiet Christmas at home, just the four of us; which was just as well as Mr Uphilldowndale, Tom and I have all been unwell, coughs, achy limbs, headaches and fever.

Last night it started to snow, bringing the sort of dawn today that I’d normally leap out at all blue sky and crispy snow clad trees.

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But I didn’t feel like venturing far from home.

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Just around the field

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The garden, where the trees looked particularly elegant.

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And a peek down the lane.

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For those of you missing Spud the dog, here he is, after a burst wrapping paper shredding on Christmas day.

Spud Christmas day


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Family Roots

My blog lurches along, in fits and starts. Many things have been bubbling away, they seems to consume vast swaths of time, but if I were to list them all here, the majority would seem very mundane. But I’ll kick start a few posts by telling you about a special event.

We had a family gathering at Kew Gardens in London, to inter my father in laws ashes, long time readers might remember that he died in 2013, his wish was that his body be donated for medical science and we held a memorial service soon after his death.

  After a period of time (12 months in my father in laws case) the body  is returned to the family and they can make their own arrangements, if that is what the donor requested , or the anatomy  society arranges for a cremation and the scattering of the ashes at the crematorium. 

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Mr Uphilldowndale’s father visited Kew often, it was a favourite place. One of the reasons for his interest was that a family ancestor, was a keen amateur botanist and a number of plants were named after him by his friend botanist Joseph Hooker, who was a director of Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew. So you can see what a fitting place it seemed to be for the interment. The staff at Kew looked after us beautifully, and extended their hospitality by inviting us to stay on to enjoy the preview night of their Christmas lights, this seemed a perfect way to round off the day, it was quite magical.

 

So some photos of Kew by night

The palm house, the lights and flames all timed to music, pure theatre

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Meandering through the glass houses

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Surreal candelabra suspended from trees

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The cacti house seemed other worldly.

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The Palm House,

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ever changing.

Kew lights 3


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Morning Meadow.

What is not to like about a meadow at six in the morning, on a beautiful summer day. Spud the dog and I took a meadow meander,

Meadow Morning

My friend Mrs Ogg say’s I look like I’m wearing a ball gown. I think the silhouette looks a little like the game piece in that little box of treasures I found at my Mum’s.

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In fact I was wearing far more casual attire. My dressing gown, wellington boots, accessorised with a mug of tea, obviously.

Fashion statement

Seize the moment, I say.


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Visiting Time

We are off to Wales to see Tom tomorrow. It is rare for us to venture out on the roads on a bank holiday weekend, but Tom hasn’t been home over the Easter holidays as he’s been to Greece climbing, and we are keen to see him (Spud the dog is coming too).

I’ve a heap of photos I’ve not published from our last visit (I hasten to add Tom is living in student accommodation at Bangor, not as this photo might suggest a cave).

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He took us to Dinorwic slate quarries,  the second largest slate quarry in the world, where part of Clash of the Titans  was filmed, it is certainly has an other worldly feel about it.

Tom Wales 2

The scale of the place is mind blowing.

Tom taught me, his techiphobe mother to take a panorama shot on my phone.

Look, see.

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Of course we had to make a visit to Pete’s Eats’ as students are always hungry and keen for parents to buy them food.

 

I’m sad and shocked to report another of Mr Uphilldowndale’s running/cycling  friends has landed in hospital, following an incident with a heard of cows; very nasty indeed. (And  I’m afraid to report ‘G’ remains  still very poorly in hospital).

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