Archive | August 2013

So how’s your Bank Holiday been so far?


On Saturday we decided to face the torrential rain and go as planned to Rochester.  Two attractions were calling us: the shops (me) and a beer festival at The Cooper’s Arms (TLT and me, a little bit!).  We both got soaked, but the beer was good!

On Sunday the weather was, as promised, much better so we headed to the Sandwich Festival.  At the Dog Show we fell in love with a beautiful Gordon Setter bitch and TLT was tempted to rehome two 10 month old kittens.  Poor DeeDee!  If only she knew!

Then we ‘discovered’ the secret gardens at The Salutation.  What a lovely visit!  And we just had to bring home our little friend (picture above).  Our very first dahlia – what a beauty!

We decided to walk out along the Stour to admire the boats and soon found ourselves on a public right of way crossing  the Royal St George’s golf course and came to this sign:

To the sea

Hurrah!  We were on the right track!  After another mile or so we were rewarded with this amazing sight of waves crashing on to the shingle and away in the distance we could make out the White Cliffs.  How lovely!

Sea at Sandwich

The knitting?  I’m making more tea cosies!

My summer holiday ‘knitting’ project

I needed a project that was easy to carry around as we travelled this summer.  We started off in Lincolnshire with my Dad, then headed north to Corbridge to stay with friends.  As we travelled across to the Lake District I was still working away at my project, but I was careful not to miss any of the amazing scenery along the way.

And what was I ‘knitting’?  Well, I’m afraid I wasn’t knitting anything at all! I was crocheting yet another granny square blanket.  This time in autumnal shades.  When we arrived home I had a bag full of 81 squares all ready to be crocheted together.  I’ve made a small start …


The age old conundrum, knitting or crochet?  Well, as a relative crochet newbie I’d have to say that crochet is certainly so much more portable!


The little seagull finds some ‘human’ company!

I was worried that my little seagull would be lonely, so I went back to my Jean Greenhowe pattern book.  I converted some little cavemen into tiny bathers and set them swimming in the sea!
Some happy bathers to keep my seagull company.


Have you guessed, yet, what the final project is going to be?

A lonely little seagull

A friend asked me to knit her a seagull. She meant a life size bird, of course. But I remembered I had an old Jean Greenhowe pattern book and felt sure there was a seagull in there somewhere. Sure enough, there was! So I knitted the gull just for fun. He’s tiny, but he can fly! Here he is!


I’ll be knitting the big seagull soon!

Our lakeland holiday

This summer we decided to stray just a little further from our beloved Suffolk for our summer staycation. We travelled all the way up to Keswick in the Lake District to stay with our friends Rod and Denise at their guest house, Portland House.
What a great decision! We had the most amazing time. We are not really outdoorsy types and certainly not experienced walkers, but we enjoyed the spectacular views and gorgeous weather by boat, car and, yes, occasionally, on foot, too!
TLT took loads of lovely photos, but here’s just one of mine!  I took it the first evening we arrived.  We raced down to the lake to get a glimpse of the water before night fell.


We can’t recommend highly enough.  Denise and Rod spoilt us rotten!  Thank you, both!  See you again soon.

And what about my holiday knitting project? More of that another time!

Don’t be long, Meka

Sadly, we have had to say goodbye to our lovely black cat, Meka. He died peacefully earlier this week at the grand old age of 16. He spent 14 of those years with us after joining us from Viking Oak pet rescue centre. The children have grown up with him and we all share the very fondest, happy memories. Meka enjoyed several hobbies, including perforating the handles of carrier bags, hiding pine cones in people’s shoes and, undoubtedly his favourite, kneading my knitting. Although he had his own cat flap into the back garden, he usually insisted on being let out of the front door, where he would lurk in wait for his arch enemy, Ginger from next door. We always told him not to be long for fear he should come to grief in the great outdoors. We won’t have to say that any more now. No longer will I hold my breath as he leaps from the shed roof on to the balcony, or rush to empty a kitchen cupboard so that he can hide from the thunder. But maybe we will carry on doing all of those things, at least for a while, as we gradually come to terms with losing our lovely boy.