These High Green Hills

A few days away with friends.

To the very outposts of civilisation as we know it.

Well, Wales.

But there was no Internet or phone signal and so, to the teenagers in the group, it was as if Armageddon had indeed wiped out the rest of the world.

It was very beautiful


An old stone farmhouse

Lots of these


This little chap was born and then his mum charged off for breakfast leaving him to sort himself out


Now, I do remember being very ready for my Weetabix after youngest child was born, but still…

We were close to Offa’s Dyke and Llanthony Priory and so on the first, full, day we climbed the one and later had refreshments in the other.

It was breathtaking


No, it was, literally, breathtaking.

I thought it was thundering at one point, but that was just the blood pounding in my ears as we made the ascent up the Dyke.

Great views from the top though



…once I’d regained consciousness enough to appreciate them.

Fiction Friday

The Last Few Weeks I Have Mostly Been Reading….


Well, I seem to be the only person on the planet who really disliked this book.

The premise of the book is “What if you could live your life again, and again, until you got it right”?

And so you have a book where the main character keeps dying, and each new chapter starts with the assumption that the previous events that caused the death either didn’t happen, or were altered in some way so the outcome is different.

To begin with I thought “how refreshing” and “how clever”.

By the end of the book the concept was annoying me so much I could have cheerfully hurled the book out of the window.

If it hadn’t been a kindle version. :-)

Yes, I get that it is a great, and interesting idea. But really, after a while the conceit completely gets in the way of the narrative.

A pity, because the underlying story, once you actually managed to follow it through to the end, was good.

Next Week I Shall Mostly Be Reading


I’ve read a lot of good things about this book, let’s hope they are all true :-)


Had a fabulous night with friends last night (Hi Julie and Phil, Hi Tracey and Dean). Lovely food and conversation. Listening to music (vinyl!).

Not so sure about the live rendition of “Gordon is a moron”.


It’s the first time in many a year I have voluntarily still been awake at 3am.

Whether I am still awake by 3pm is a different matter.

You may find me snoring gently under the craft table.

Speaking of which



Bit of a quiet day at the fair yesterday but we are hoping for bigger and better things today.

If people aren’t put off by the snoring :-)


The clock that is.

It’s the Craft Fayre at Hatton Country World this weekend.

I have now officially run out of time.

What a relief :-)

After yoga today I think I am incapable of lifting even a needle.
I was placed in a bind (no way I could have got myself into it) and the only way it was going to end was by my poinging out of it like a jack out of the box.

And so it came to pass.

Lucky I didn’t take someone’s eye out in the process.

Anyway, if you are near Hatton Country World this weekend, the Craft Fayre is on Saturday and Sunday so pop by and say hello.





This morning I got up early to go running with oldest child. We managed 2/3 of a mile around the park.

As I was running, with all the grace of a balletic hippo, I thought “why?”

Why do people do this to themselves?

It’s not fun.

But then, as I lay on the Tarmac, gasping for air like a cod on the quayside, I realised why.

It feels so darned good when you stop.

Raspberry and White Chocolate Scones

These came about as a result of a chat I had with Averil (Hi Averil) on Thursday.

Mention was made of a bakers oop north who make amazing raspberry and white chocolate scones.

I just couldn’t get those scones out of my head (Na Na Na, naa Na naa naa Na, Na Na Na,naa naa Na naa naa)

And so, here’s the first attempt at making a southern softy version

You will need

225g self raising flour
Pinch salt
50g butter
25g sugar
75g raspberries
75g white chocolate
1 egg, beaten mixed with milk to make 150ml liquid

Heat the oven to 220C/Gas 7
Grease a baking tray
Mix flour and salt.
Rub in butter until it is like fine breadcrumbs.
Stir in sugar and fruit. Chop the chocolate and add. Stir well but try not to mush the raspberries.

Add the egg/milk mixture and mix together to form a stiff dough.


Place on a floured board. Flatten slightly. You can try cutting out shapes with a cutter but this is quite a wet mixture so I found just hacking with a knife was more effective.

Place on the baking tray

Brush the tops of the scones with the dregs of the egg/milk mixture.

Bake for about 12 minutes.


Now I know they look a bit, um, rustic, but they taste good. The sharpness of the raspberries contrasts really well with the sweet white chocolate.

And at least they don’t look like cow pats :-)



Happy Ostara!

The spring equinox, the days getting warmer, nature bursting forth all over. General jollyness and new beginnings.

Five Signs that Spring Is Here

1. Occasionally being able to expose bare legs and feet to the elements. Possibly the first bit of daylight they’ve seen in, ooooh, 6months.

2. Occasionally being able to wear sunglasses to cut out the glare from the sun reflecting dazzlingly off bare legs and feet (see point 1 above)

3. Chocolate. (Mothers day, Easter Day, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday…)

4. Feeling the urge to plan marvellous things for the garden, without actually having to go out and do any of it. Yet.

5. Violets


You can’t see one of these and not feel more cheerful. :-)

Spring Crafts

The recent, unexpected, inexplicable, sunny weather has served to focus my mind.

Focus my mind on the craft show we are due to have a stall at, at Hatton Country World.

The craft show that is taking place in three weeks time.


How did that happen?

And where did the time go?

It went on


Needle cases


And Easter decorations




And scented drawer doo-dahs




But still so much to do.

And so little time.


Fiction Friday

Yoga today.

Gordon Bennett!

That’s all I can say.

This Week I Have Mostly Been Reading


Another good book! Yay! Isn’t it nice when you get a run of them?

Again, it’s not great literature, but it is a good read.

I found myself irritated by it at first. A detective who has been working on a case for ten years needs a forensic archaeologist to explain references in letters that could have been sent by a murder? References that include such things as Will O’ the Wisps, and quotes from TS Eliot?come on. But once you get past that unlikely scenario this has a storyline and characters that draw you in.

Henges, pagans, bodies in the bog?

Fab :-)

Next Week I ShallMostly Be Reading


The last Kate Atkinson I read was Behind The Scenes At The Museum, ooooh, many moons ago. I’m intrigued to see if this will be as good.