Thanks folks - the finger is less painful this morning, though there's a lovely bruise on the palm of my hand... I'm going to meet someone to talk about fruit tree pruning this afternoon, but think I'll be leaving the loppers at home for a day or two. Tis a bit frustrating but it'll be all right in the end!
Congrats to Chicklet! Sounds really exciting. And you're right, Chicky - Skype is wonderful.
A thoroughly justified rant, Hosta... people, eh??
Have a good day everyone!
Since 2019 I've lived in east Clare, in the west of Ireland.
Apparently he says it was a pastie, so it didn't contravene the rules.
It's tipping down at the moment - and we're just leaving for a day at the coast - it reminds me of when I was a child growing up on the farm - 'Mum, can we go to the seaside tomorrow?' .... 'Yes, if it's raining and Daddy can't get on with the harvest'
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Well done Chicklet. Adelaide is lovely and, as well as being friendly, has one of th eest covered daily food markets in Oz and the makers of the only serious Ozzy chocolates. They get the beans roasted in Belgium but then temper it all themselves. Hardy's winery a ride away and lots of fairy penguins too.
Liri - hope you hands become usable again soon. God news Lili. That must be a relief.
Painting the pantry/scullery for me again today then sanding down the new beech worktop which is one we brought with us having not use dit in Belgium cos of a change of plan.....
Bit grey and mis tho dry today so happy to be indoors for the rest of the morning. Just found one, single heavily perfumed flower on my small winter honeysuckle which is a cutting from one of my old garden group. Gorgeous.
Having seen the news last night I can see why that pie muncher is a reserve goalie.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
There was someone on a painting show the other night. She was the daughter of a farmer and said exactly the same thing. It was raining. She said she only ever went to the seaside if it was raining and they could not do anything on the farm.
I hope the weather gets better for wonky... out in all weathers. Braver than me. I am a fair weather gardener/walker/diver. The rest of the time I just want to hibernate.
Fidget, saw that programme and it brought back memories. Mother my Sister and Myself spent a week at Saltburn every year, we had a small holding with animals so Dad stayed home. We had a small car Ford 8 all our gear would be loaded and off we went, long distance then, less than half an hour now. We would be in a B&B the old style, Breakfast dead on 08:30 Tea at five o clock. Saltburn pre-war was a lovely place Italian sunken Gardens, Cliff lift to the beach, a lovely pier and a miniature rail way running up and down the valley, always a brilliant week We even managed to get the last holiday in 1939 just before war was declared, after that all our beaches were mined wired and had blockhouses built.
From then on Holidays were on Uncle Arthurs farm, working but to a lad great fun, Hay Making, Harvest, Tattie picking and Turnip snagging besides all the work with the animals, holidays for all of us in war time and long after would be a day cycling to a country village and back with a couple of sandwiches and bottle of water. To lads and lasses of my age who seemed to have freedoms modern children do not have, we were free to roam, find fruit to pick down wandering country lanes where hedges would have Apples Pears and Plums as well as berries to pick and eat at will, always taking some home for pies or jam even though we had orchards, war raging round us but we seemed to be carefree, Gerry had already had one go at me and missed by a few hundred yards, you got that "to hell" feeling life can be cut short enjoy it whilst you can.
My own family long after the war and often others in the family had two weeks holiday somewhere every year without fail, they still talk about those times, it was always for them but Joan and I would usually find somewhere to dance, that was our part of those holidays. My Daughter is going on another cruise wanted me to go, no thanks done that, we called them troopships.
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Morning all.
Thanks folks - the finger is less painful this morning, though there's a lovely bruise on the palm of my hand... I'm going to meet someone to talk about fruit tree pruning this afternoon, but think I'll be leaving the loppers at home for a day or two. Tis a bit frustrating but it'll be all right in the end!
Congrats to Chicklet! Sounds really exciting. And you're right, Chicky - Skype is wonderful.
A thoroughly justified rant, Hosta... people, eh??
Have a good day everyone!
It's a football thing - the 23stone reserve goalie who ate a pie during the match as a bet - he got roasted.
whooooooooooooooooosh, right over my head.
TBH , I did see it on the news last night but was mightily perprexed why it was on there.
Well done to Chicklet, must be exciting for her, but must be hard for Chicky.
morning all.
Must rush, haven't made daughter 1's bed yet.
Apparently he says it was a pastie, so it didn't contravene the rules.
It's tipping down at the moment - and we're just leaving for a day at the coast - it reminds me of when I was a child growing up on the farm - 'Mum, can we go to the seaside tomorrow?' .... 'Yes, if it's raining and Daddy can't get on with the harvest'
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Well done Chicklet. Adelaide is lovely and, as well as being friendly, has one of th eest covered daily food markets in Oz and the makers of the only serious Ozzy chocolates. They get the beans roasted in Belgium but then temper it all themselves. Hardy's winery a ride away and lots of fairy penguins too.
Liri - hope you hands become usable again soon. God news Lili. That must be a relief.
Painting the pantry/scullery for me again today then sanding down the new beech worktop which is one we brought with us having not use dit in Belgium cos of a change of plan.....
Bit grey and mis tho dry today so happy to be indoors for the rest of the morning. Just found one, single heavily perfumed flower on my small winter honeysuckle which is a cutting from one of my old garden group. Gorgeous.
Having seen the news last night I can see why that pie muncher is a reserve goalie.
I think that if he ate even more pies he'd be a better goalie - nothing would squeeze past him
He sounds quite a character.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
I have been told my comment was offensive, so I must apologise [ sort of ]
Gave up in the greenhouse, noise of the wind was too unpleasant.
When you don't even know who's in the team
S.Yorkshire/Derbyshire border
There was someone on a painting show the other night. She was the daughter of a farmer and said exactly the same thing. It was raining. She said she only ever went to the seaside if it was raining and they could not do anything on the farm.
I hope the weather gets better for wonky... out in all weathers. Braver than me. I am a fair weather gardener/walker/diver. The rest of the time I just want to hibernate.
Fidget, saw that programme and it brought back memories. Mother my Sister and Myself spent a week at Saltburn every year, we had a small holding with animals so Dad stayed home. We had a small car Ford 8 all our gear would be loaded and off we went, long distance then, less than half an hour now. We would be in a B&B the old style, Breakfast dead on 08:30 Tea at five o clock. Saltburn pre-war was a lovely place Italian sunken Gardens, Cliff lift to the beach, a lovely pier and a miniature rail way running up and down the valley, always a brilliant week We even managed to get the last holiday in 1939 just before war was declared, after that all our beaches were mined wired and had blockhouses built.
From then on Holidays were on Uncle Arthurs farm, working but to a lad great fun, Hay Making, Harvest, Tattie picking and Turnip snagging besides all the work with the animals, holidays for all of us in war time and long after would be a day cycling to a country village and back with a couple of sandwiches and bottle of water. To lads and lasses of my age who seemed to have freedoms modern children do not have, we were free to roam, find fruit to pick down wandering country lanes where hedges would have Apples Pears and Plums as well as berries to pick and eat at will, always taking some home for pies or jam even though we had orchards, war raging round us but we seemed to be carefree, Gerry had already had one go at me and missed by a few hundred yards, you got that "to hell" feeling life can be cut short enjoy it whilst you can.
My own family long after the war and often others in the family had two weeks holiday somewhere every year without fail, they still talk about those times, it was always for them but Joan and I would usually find somewhere to dance, that was our part of those holidays. My Daughter is going on another cruise wanted me to go, no thanks done that, we called them troopships.
Frank