If you could be any animal, which animal would you be? Harriet asked me over lunch today…I couldn’t decide so I googled it (first port of call for any difficult question…right?) but all I found was a rubbish website which told me I was a tiger. No reason, no justification, just pop your name in the box and there you go. A tiger. Rubbish. (more…)
Once you get it you never forget. Learning in the first place, though, was one of those things as a kid I just couldn’t seem to master. The four-wheels afforded by stabilisers made sense- no leap of faith was required to keep the balance. And unless you hammered it over some rocky terrain (the veritable rally-course that was the road in the front of my house) there wasn’t any real danger of a grazed knee or anything like that. (more…)
This week we’re still thinking about tradition and country ways. My friend and ex-laundry manager Jess showed me this passage from “Discovering the Folklore of Plants by Margaret Baker:
“The mandrake has an ancient reputation as “Devil’s apples”. (more…)
Autumn leaves are on the ground like a rainbow upsidedown.
Whoop. This week I have had an autumn-tastic time. Rambles past castles, tea, sheep worrying, tea, leave crunching (competitive), tea, watching the Empire Strikes Back (does this count, I was drinking tea at the time), hot scones, roasts, tea, sparklers, tea*. (more…)