I've got a feeling

We've been on holiday. It was all fairly last minute, but we got a cottage deep in the North Yorkshire Moors, and had a great week, with only one rainy day and lots of sunny beach days and grey days out to see amazing things, like York Minster and Whitby Abbey. We saw plenty of wildlife and listened to the owls hoot, and enjoyed a different tempo of life and some peace and quiet.

That tonights gonna be

We went to Ryedale Folk Museum and had a fantastic time. It was cottage cooking week so we got to sample food from different historical periods cooked in the original way, plus there were pigs and hens to feed, weaving, games, and a photographic studio to dress up and have a photo.

A good night

This holiday the off spring found that they loved the beach and so they spent many hours body boarding and playing. They were very enthusiastic about lokking for fossils and did manage to find one. They also did the traditional sandcastle making, with the results turning out very eclectic and original. Sometimes they were a bit cold but they generally quite hardy.

Fill up my cup

We had one of those days...couldn't find a museum, and ended up doing train sheds and then over to Whitby Abbey, just in time to catch the Red Arrows doing a display over the abbey headland.

Brilliant.

Only got one chance

Thought it would be nice to include the comparison shot of LLandudno in 2007, oh my how they have grown. Bottom of the two was yesterday, top one is August 2007. Younger sibling did feel the draw of the Punch & Judy show again, although it was less fascinating this time, but the surrealism of Jack Fetch the hangman and the devil appearing to take Punch away seemed even more piquant this time. I do like Jack Fetch.

It is delightful to be all together and enjoy ourselves all together too. Off spring are a pleasure to take out, have manners and adapt well to all sorts of situations. They joined us in O'Sheas in town whilst aged parents treated themselves to some rather good Guiness. They behaved impeccably all through breakfast at our hotel. Treasure the moment eh? Teenage years will be upong us soon enough....can't wait.

I'm on fire

It's the time of year when the seaside beckons and we need a beach, a pier, some donkeys and a jolly B & B along the front. Hello Llandudno.

It may lack a little glamour and sophistication, but it has charm, and enough entertaining diversions to make a two day stop over feel like a week.

We had a very nice time.

and you may stumble too.

This is Tom, he is a Rex rabbit, and he is having his holidays with us this summer. His owner is first borns very good friend who is currently at a folk festival and then a week in the Gower, I think she will be missing him very much, as she only got him two weeks before the holidays. The burden of responsibility is heavy, but so far we have avoided catastrophe, although we do now know that he likes to climb stairs, drink beer and jump out of runs.....but we may not be putting that in his diary.

The road of life is rocky

More park life with the assorted friends we collected during our day out, it must be noted that this is one of the few dry days we have had since the holidays started.

The shed has come along too, and although it's not quite ready yet, things are looking hopeful, will be able to move my furniture in for happy evenings of peaceful knitting and reflection eh? Well a woman can hope.

Could you be loved

The summer holidays are in motion, and so far the off spring have been splitting their time between the holiday scheme, grandma, mum and dad, makes for variety and a slightly dizzy feeling.
This week when a picnic was offered I was informed that family picnics are boring, with just US, and so we rang some friends and they brought some people and then we bumped into some other people we know when we got there. So here we all are. After the butties and playground they decided they wanted to go feral, so they all wandered up this stream, getting muddy, cut and nettled.

But in the main we had a good time, and it was heart warming to observe first born be such a go getter, ready to discard shoes and socks and get in there first

The three billy goats gruff are obviously some of the adoring parents, and we enjoyed a larrf watching all the sploshing around and general hilarity, that amongst all the sophistication messing about in a muddy stream still rates as top entertainment.