Sunday, September 21, 2008

T'was a perfect day

At 8.30 this morning I waved the boys off to a football match - father/son bonding so I stay at home.

Leek and Potato soup was bubbling on the stove and water, yeast and honey was performing some kind of alchemy in the pot and a load of laundry was drying on the line.

I went up to my study - which I had spent over four hours tidying last weekend - it looks good!!! I wrote a blog post about beachcombing, checked my emails and hung out on Ravelry for a wee while.

Returning to the kitchen I turned the now frothy yeast potion into dough for Foccacia bread. I must say a great big thank you to Green Twins Mummy and her fantastic blog - In Search of a Simple Life. She writes a fantastic blog - go read it - she recently recommended a receipe book - Apples for Jam - so far everything I've cooked from it has been amazing, loved by the whole family and real adventure with good family meals.

Whilst the bread was proving for an hour and a half I went and wrote an essay - well actually I fine tuned an essay - sorted out the references and added a few poignent paragraphs. Phew it's ready to send off for marking - it's only taken almost two years!!!

A pot of Tangerine Sage tea and a good book joined me in the garden - where I had a bolt of inspiration for a presentation I have to do - YAY.

Then this happened...............


......for some reason the inner door of my oven decided to explode. Dalesman cleaned it out and it cooked the bread perfectly. Lunch was yummy.

A lovely couple of hours sat on the sofa watching fantasy drama on the TV whilst knitting on Lady Eleanor - I'm really please with how she's looking. I've set myself a target - two tiers a day and I should finish it in a fortnight - just in time for the cooler weather.


It's been a lovely September day and we decided to build a fire this evening to burn some wood offcuts (did you know Dalesman is a Carpenter).


We sat around the fire singing songs and chatting. Some times perfection takes a little work but it was so worth it.

Beachcombing

Yesterday was a beautiful September day - the sun shone and there was a gentle breeze - glorious.

We abandoned the Dale and drove to the coast for the afternoon. We expected it to be really busy - it wasn't. There were a few families enjoying the weather - children playing in the waves, dads trying to sleep and mothers sat watching.

I stood for ages looking at these beautiful beach huts -

Apparently there are 48 and they are so cute. Some people had personalised the inside with lovely curtains, shelves and crockery. We were walking past at supper time and there were bbqs, sleeping babies, grandmothers reading and wet towels drying. I would love one of these. There are three tiers and the ones at the top had more grass outside and caught the evening sun - fantastic.

We carried on walking around the bay - Dalesboy wanted to go off exploring the rock pools so he went one way and Dalesman and I walked along the front chatting and keeping a parental eye on the explorer.

Slowly we meandered around the front and then decided to head back and get an ice cream. As we reached the point where we had left the beach I realised the tide had come in so much that the rock pools were now cut off. Rethinking my hatred of mobile phones I quickly phoned Dalesboy and suggested that he make his way back - NOW.

I couldn't see him from where I was but decided to stay calm - he's a resourceful chap and I was sure he would be fine. Dalesman walked back along the front to keep an eye on him. I sat down on the steps to the now submerged beach and took out the knitting. I find it impossible to panic when I'm turning the heel on a sock.

I really wish I'd remembered to take my camera as eventually walking around the corner of the sea wall along a narrow ledge came a pretty teenage girl followed by Dalesboy - safe and sound. Apparently they had been the only two people on the rock pools and Dalesboy had 'helped' her to safety.

Dalesboy wants to go beach combing next weekend - I can't think why?

Friday, September 05, 2008

One more sleep

The day is nearly here - tomorrow morning at 7.30am I'll be meeting my friends at the train station to get on the train to London. (1st class!!!!)

Tomorrow is IKnits day. Tomorrow the Yarn Harlot is giving her first talk in the UK.

Tomorrow I'm shopping, laughing and having fun.

My bag is packed.......


............with lots of space to put my shopping.