My goodness these last few days in the UK have been a volatile, roller-coaster ride. I can't quite believe what's happened, and, whilst I don't blog about politics, I have to say it's all a bit unsettling. The old certainties seem to have gone, and we're facing a whole new ball game for which they've still got to write the rules.
So I've been casting around for a few every-day gems that rock my world, and make me smile regardless of the maelstrom outside caused by the Neverendum. If I focus on the small and the familiar I'm sure everything else will be okay.
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Wednesday 29 June 2016
Friday 24 June 2016
Marmalade flapjacks
My lovely builders are still working ... and I'm just about managing to keep my nose above the waterline. Our house feels like a very disorganised camping site with fairly primitive cooking arrangements in place when my chaps are working. One of my challenges during the day is managing to get by without all of the electrical circuits operating. At the moment I'm feeling lucky as I've got electricity feeding the circuit that my ovens are connected to, but nothing else in the kitchen works: no food processors, no mixers, nothing ...
So I've resorted to making golden marmalade flapjacks. They're Emi's favourites, and they're really easy to make, even if you don't have a food mixer.
Just read on for the recipe.
So I've resorted to making golden marmalade flapjacks. They're Emi's favourites, and they're really easy to make, even if you don't have a food mixer.
Just read on for the recipe.
Sunday 19 June 2016
Slinky 2: Bonny 0
Having been totally defeated by Slinky Paws in round 1 I was beginning to feel that I’d got the
peanut situation back under control. There hadn't been a raid in at least a fortnight, which is pretty impressive around here. I'd finally got the feeder safely anchored to the tree with lots and lots of wire. Parakeets had come and gone. Slinky
Paws and his mates had swept through, and everything seemed to be going just
fine.
They're mine! All mine! |
Tuesday 14 June 2016
Fledgelings fleeing the nest ...
My goodness it's been a strange few days over here at Talk-a-Lot Towers. It feels like Emi, age 10, has grown up and moved out. He and Mr B were off for a fathers and sons' camping trip with the rest of the gang from school last weekend, and then, yesterday, he headed off on his school trip to York - not returning until Thursday night. He's an independent little soul, and I have no doubt that he's having a whale of a time, but the rhythm of life here at home has changed. A lot.
Home is upside down and such a mess that I'd prefer to be living elsewhere. We've had the builders in, and, as is always the case with building work, it's taking much longer than expected due to all manner of unforeseen hiccups and complications. So we're stuck with jumbled up, everything everywhere, and nothing-in-its-place living arrangements for at least another week <sob>.
Out in the garden - to which I escape at every opportunity - there are lots of sweet fledgelings, who, like Emi, are spreading their wings and exploring the world beyond their nests. Look at this adorable little robin who's still lacking his lovely red bib. And I'm so happy that he's after the monster slugs who live in my garden and eat my lupins. Have you noticed how slugs love lupins?
Home is upside down and such a mess that I'd prefer to be living elsewhere. We've had the builders in, and, as is always the case with building work, it's taking much longer than expected due to all manner of unforeseen hiccups and complications. So we're stuck with jumbled up, everything everywhere, and nothing-in-its-place living arrangements for at least another week <sob>.
Out in the garden - to which I escape at every opportunity - there are lots of sweet fledgelings, who, like Emi, are spreading their wings and exploring the world beyond their nests. Look at this adorable little robin who's still lacking his lovely red bib. And I'm so happy that he's after the monster slugs who live in my garden and eat my lupins. Have you noticed how slugs love lupins?
Thursday 9 June 2016
Costa Brava Video
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Check out Costa Brava Knitting's latest holiday video:
All the best and hope to see you there,
Bonny x
Check out Costa Brava Knitting's latest holiday video:
All the best and hope to see you there,
Bonny x
Wednesday 8 June 2016
Just keep breathing
We've got the builders in today, and everything's upside down. I hate it when everything's upside down. 😳
I'm up early (very early) being ineffective.
Tuesday 7 June 2016
Wheelie Bin Stencils
Over here in leafy Ealing we're in the throes of a revolution. Big changes are afoot ... and not everyone is totally chuffed about what's in the pipeline.
The local council has abandoned the weekly black bin-bag collections, and, having given us all not one - but two - HUGE wheelie bins, is now planning on collecting our rubbish on a fortnightly basis. We'll have recyclables carried off one week and non-recyclables the next.
On the school run this morning we came upon this graveyard for our old recycling bins.
The local council has abandoned the weekly black bin-bag collections, and, having given us all not one - but two - HUGE wheelie bins, is now planning on collecting our rubbish on a fortnightly basis. We'll have recyclables carried off one week and non-recyclables the next.
On the school run this morning we came upon this graveyard for our old recycling bins.
Ealing Council's new wheelie bin project swings into motion |
Sunday 5 June 2016
Half-term hols in the green heart of Ulster ...
We've spent the half term holidays back in the green
heart of Ulster where I grew up, and they were a bit of a treat. The sun shone,
the hawthorn bloomed, the beech trees burst out the fresh green of
their new foliage and, beneath perfect blue skies, it felt like warm,
glorious summer. When the sun shines over here in God’s Own Country, there’s
nowhere else quite like it on earth.
We’ve gone for long walks around our
favourite lakes. South Tyrone and neighbouring Monaghan are full of charming
little lakes, fed with run-off from the surrounding hills. We’ve added a new
one to the collection this trip. A cousin of my father’s suggested we try Emy
Lough, just outside of Emyvale in County Monaghan. And it didn’t disappoint.
It was a hot day, the day we went, and the trout were
jumping, casting rings of ripples through the shallows. Anglers were waist-deep
in the water, throwing their rods back and forth to cast flies to tempt them. Try as I might, however, I couldn’t manage to catch any of those jumping
fish with my camera. Although Emi did catch this little chap wandering along
the path all on his lonesome. The WonderDog was very keen to play with him, but
we sent him on his way safely through the long grass by the lakeshore, and out
of reach of the inquisitive snouts of the local pooches.
Saturday 4 June 2016
The Ulster American Folk Park ...
It's hard to think of a time when
this folk park, devoted as it is to the theme of emigration, has been more
relevant to the world we live in. As a child growing up in South Tyrone I
visited it from time to time, and found it interesting for the story it told about generations of my countrymen who'd emigrated to seek better lives in the
United States. It had a resonance with my own family: each of my four
grandparents had at least one sibling who emigrated for economic reasons during the
interwar years. Emigration and the parting with a loved one has been a constant
feature of rural life in Ireland for much of modern history.
Over the generations they fled famine, persecution, war and civil unrest. In an age in which mechanisation had rendered much manual labour redundant many who couldn’t earn their living in the shipyards and the rope-works set their sights on the west and went in search of a better life. Yet today these background themes that drove them away from home seem desperately contemporary.
The Hughes family home |
Over the generations they fled famine, persecution, war and civil unrest. In an age in which mechanisation had rendered much manual labour redundant many who couldn’t earn their living in the shipyards and the rope-works set their sights on the west and went in search of a better life. Yet today these background themes that drove them away from home seem desperately contemporary.
Wednesday 1 June 2016
Parkanaur Forest Park Parasol Beech Trees
The other day I dragged my mum, Emi and the WonderDog off in search of a couple of freaky beech trees. I had a vague recollection of having stumbled across them on my travels a lifetime ago in Parkanaur Forest Park, here in beautiful County Tyrone. I'd bored my family with stories about how these trees grew the wrong way up, and were a definite rarity in the world of all things botanical.
I'll admit that I got some of the story twisted. They've got roots at the end of their branches, I'd said. And they grow upside down, and back to front.
So, okay, I'll level with you: they don't exactly grow back to front or upside down, but they are genuine 24-carat freaks of nature.
I'll admit that I got some of the story twisted. They've got roots at the end of their branches, I'd said. And they grow upside down, and back to front.
So, okay, I'll level with you: they don't exactly grow back to front or upside down, but they are genuine 24-carat freaks of nature.
Parkanaur Forest Park Parasol Beech Trees |
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