Dream Departures and Arrivals

As one work of art leaves us for a while, we welcomed a hugely exciting and almost unbelievable new arrival this week.  If having the mural restored was a long-term hope, acquiring another piece of Edgar Wood furniture was a complete pipe dream.

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A Smoking Christmas!

For us, Christmas is a time for hunkering down.  We're not generally big on extravagant Christmas rituals, content just to enjoy some quality time together and to touch base with family and friends.  Our sausage and mash Christmas dinner a couple of years ago attracted both looks of deep pity from some people we know and cheers from others wearily tethered to family and societal pressures to produce a perfectly roasted turkey with 20 different veg.  With the house being so topsy turvy and half-dressed, it doesn't seem right to lavish a temporary tree with decorations this year, but an open fire...well that is high up our Christmas list.

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Yorkshire. Bath Capital of the World

Over 9 months here and the absence of a bathroom has been concentrating our minds.  The 'temporary' shower cubicle in the old sluice room does a fine job of keeping us clean, and we've adapted out of necessity to embrace the functional, yet wonky 'no frills' spaces in the house just as much as the grander ones.  But after a long day of digging or lugging I miss not having a bath to soak in.  A bath is my chicken soup.

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An Arts and Crafts Exchange

We're in the midst of high season for visitors at the moment, with our calendar chock-full of pop-ins and stays by family and friends right into September.....so, time to take a bit of a summer break from the blog.

But before I clock off, and shoe-horning in between guest bedroom valeting and cake baking, I must share some pics from our recent 'mini exchange' weekend with the Edgar Wood Society in Middleton.....

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A Short Back and Sides.....

Turning our attentions to some of the other pathways, we can see that not only is there more tarmac to lift, but our borders of beautiful fulsome greenery have encroached well beyond their allotted boundaries.  Were it not for the fact that they're growing over the paths, I'd tend to leave them - I love the scale of the more established trees and shrubs we have here.  What's more,  haircuts really aren't my thing.  Dunc's hedge-trimming hand, however, has been itching for some time now, and as the last of the rhododendrons fade, so does my resolve to allow Mother Nature free reign.

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Another Holiday......Another Skip

The rotting mattress and leatherette bedhead that someone jettisoned over the garden wall are definitely skip material, as are the awkwardly tall and surprisingly heavy clothes line poles Dunc man-handled out of the ground. Otherwise, to qualify for precious skip space candidates have to be 1) tricky to dispose of by other means or 2) conveniently fit into the pesky nooks and crannies left between the 'proper' skip items.

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The Demise of the Bobble Hat. Part I

Today I'm popping up to the post office with treasure - a copy of Deb's new stained glass design to send for our conservation officer's approval.  I'd write about the amount of thought and care that has gone into it, but it feels like tempting fate.  All I'll say for now is that we ABSOLUTELY love it.

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Bringing the Outdoors Indoors....

Whilst the glorious bluebell season continues and new exciting treasures such as apple and rhododendron blossom enter stage-left, the rain interrupts work in the garden.  However, there's plenty of natural inspiration to be found in the house.

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When Life Gives You Lemons....

I have in mind which of the myriad outdoor jobs to get stuck into, but I always take whatever opportunity I can to walk around the garden to see what's coming through.  The big story at the moment is the bluebells. Whereas in Hove, April would be trumpeted in by the fat, periwinkle-blue cloches of Spanish bluebells, I'm delighted that our new garden is swathed with the dainty native ones - luscious lapis-blue and the stuff of woodland glades and fairy rings.

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