Few things in the world are more powerful than a positive push, a smile, a world of optimism and hope, a ‘you can do it’ when things are tough.
My smiling bear picture was taken on one of my visits to Dartmoor zoo in Devon, England.
Few things in the world are more powerful than a positive push, a smile, a world of optimism and hope, a ‘you can do it’ when things are tough.
My smiling bear picture was taken on one of my visits to Dartmoor zoo in Devon, England.
I am optimistic that one day soon I shall be again be supping a cold lager, looking over the sea, on a warm summers evening! x
Again these pictures were taken on the same school trip, it was to enhance their creative writing, it is called the Ted Hughes trail. He is a local famous poet.
This picture was taken on a school trip a few years ago now! x
I don’t normally join in the daily post but this one caught my attention.
If one of your late ancestors were to come back from the dead and join you for dinner, what things about your family would this person find the most shocking?
The list would be endless to make my ancestors run out screaming with horror at the world they had come into and the family it now was!
My personal list would go something like this, try and explain half of this to time traveling stranger… divorce, gay marriage, grandchildren out of wedlock, working a ‘mans’ job, family darkness, to name but a few!
Of cause for me and to most of you nothing about this is shocking because all of this has become the norm now, times change, things move on, people develop. I wonder what it will be like for my family future?
Its one thing I have never been interested in is finding out about pass ghosts, they belong in the pass, I bet they weren’t that innocent either! x
After looking through other blogs on their response to ‘weight(less)’ I had a look through some of my old pictures and found these. I thought they fitted well. The dragonfly one above I would love to take credit for but my better half took that one, it is such a beautiful picture. I love the detail on the wings.
This spider web was outside my classroom one morning, to be fair the web looks a bit laden down by the dew. I can never get the sparkle in the pictures that I see in real life, which is always disappointing.
Again my better half took this one. Wouldn’t you just love to be flying high as free as a bird.
Free from worry,
(this picture was taken of me at sunset in the Maldives)
This is how my new year started, looking after the drunk and injured on New Year’s Eve night, from my temporary emergency treatment area in a old, cold church, where when the clock struck midnight the patient I was with realised it was midnight and proceeded to hug and kiss me.
Once home in the morning, a few hours sleep, still feeling like I had a hangover because I was so tired, I packed, caught a flight to my new year retreat after working all Christmas, I end up here…. Just a tad nicer I think, don’t you!
Champagne was waiting in our room! Breakfast followed by ice skating, spa treatments, wine cellar tour, swimming, eating, drinking and sleeping! Don’t mind if I do!
A small part of feels a bit guilty knowing at this very moment my colleagues will be working very hard to keep you all safe and well. But be rest assured I am writing this on the plane journey home and I will be soon back to it, to start all over again!
Cheers, happy new year! X
Weekly Photo Challenge
It’s amazing what you can do on your phone nowadays! This is my hairy boy, he is part of our family circle! X
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Haven’t been here for a long time, have been learning a new career, I have gone from dancer, to teacher, now I am training to be a paramedic! (don’t get excited it is going to take a while) I know I must be mad starting all over again, but it is never to late while I have breath in my body!
This picture just sums up what my life is like at the moment, unpredictable, I have gone from the routine of schools to the world of shift work, I have worked all over christmas for the first time, which I must admit i quite enjoyed!
I took this picture at Sandygate rugby stadium were I had be sent to on my shift on boxing day to cover the players just incase any of them needed a trip to hospital! I have never been to a rugby match before, I had the privilege of coming through the tunnel with the players and sitting pitch side able to be in the centre of all the action, luckily my services were not required.
i just don’t know where my day is going at the moment, one minute I am fighting off a drunk, helping a child, picking up someone off the floor, holding someone in their last moments, stopping a foot from falling off, wiping body fluids off my shoes, then I end up at a sports event!
Take care! x
We are very lucky in the corner of our world, we have four main beautiful parts of nature, woodland, moorland, sea and countryside, all on my doorstep!
I remembered this photo my OH took this morning! We were sat round the table outside and a dragonfly just landed on my friends finger!
I love the detail of the wings! X
I know, another picture of my boy, but I just love this picture, it sure is intricate!
There is something powerful about looking into your dogs eyes, they are really trying to work out what you are thinking, what is your next move. They help heal and they soothe.
If you look really close into his eyes you will see me reflecting in them! X
This is my hairdresser and friend Nicky, and she is a very talented person! Look at what she made! Take a look at her blog, she is very clever! X
The birthday dress actually got finished just in time for my weekend away.
After blogging about the skirt I decided on this lovely pattern for the bodice. The vintage style just seemed to compliment the poodles!
Using a plain cotton to line I used this to make up & fit first. The pattern made up true to measurement (learn valuable lesson from past experience to make to body measurement not retail dress size) and the only adjustment made was to take a little fullness out of bra cup by increasing size of top dart on lining &increasing side gathers on outer fabric.
Keeping the button detail on the top section, a zip was prick stitched into skirt; hand stitching ment I could enjoy some sunny rays at the same time🌞 I always find cutting the button holes scary so love this tip I read somewhere about putting pin at end…
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My boy jumping for a ball!
For a 48kg dog to get afloat in the air is quite an effort I would think!
Another great capture by my OH x
This is a rare fleeting moment when my OH was on an Alaskan cruise, a whales tail as it dives deeper into the water!
Is there a snail on the the tail of the whale?
You can’t get much fresher and cleaner than this, the clear blue sky, ice fresh water, clean sea air! Beautiful!
This is Beesands, Devon, England.
These are examples of the best colour orange I know!
These beautiful animals live at Dartmoor Zoo, Devon and the pictures were taken by my OH!
Stunning pictures aren’t they! X
Looking through my pictures to find an appropriate one for this challenge I realise I could have chosen so many pictures to show the rewards in my life!
I am very blessed with family, my lovely dog, the amazing places I have visited in the world, the stunning hotels I have stayed in, the beautiful place I live, with beaches, moorland and countryside, so to norrow it down was tricky. I plumped for this because it sums up a perfect day for me, walking my dog on the beach on a beautiful sunny day, then rewarding myself with a pint looking over the view!
This is looking at Teignmouth in Devon, England, just in case you where interested!
Take care! X
This is a picture of my handsome boy! Any excuse to show you a picture of him, but I think it fits today’s challenge, he is nearly in the third, but you have got the blurry background!
Take care x
Haven’t joined in for a while, but thought this photo suited the challenge well!
Take care! X
Don’t parents just hate that expression, I know I did when my kids were young…
Bored? I’ll give you bored, there’s cleaning to be done, washing, when was the last time you cleaned the fish out…
And so on..
But I find myself saying that to myself lately, I know why it is, I’ve left a stimulating job that I had to to be thinking on my feet all the time, which got to much after ten years, so I made a change, to a job that I need no brain at all, I can do it standing on my head.
What would I like to be doing? Good question!
What I would like, and what I’m good at is two different things!
I’m good at my job, I’m confident at it, been doing it a long time, I find it easy, it’s a worth while job, it helps people, it contributes to the community. But do I still want to do it?
I do have a new venture just waiting for me in the wings, I’ve got so far, I’m on the list, but I don’t know when it’s going to start, so I’m in this limbo of brain dead. And when I do start, is it going to be all I imagine it to be.
I would like to be, what feeds my sole is drawing, baking, writing, music, using my brain and hands, but I’m not good at those, well not enough to make money from them, there are plenty of others out there already doing that much better. I think you are a very lucky person to be able to make money doing something that you have a real passion for.
Not to be negative but when you read, you can do anything you set your mind to, you do wonder, really?
I want to be a concert pianist, but you do need to have some sort of talent for that, believe you me I’ve tried, and it just ain’t going to happen.
You can enjoy your job but is it really what you want to be doing?
I try and ask myself, what would you do if money and qualifications were no worry, would you still do what you are doing now?
I shall leave you with that thought, while I find a pretty picture to add to the ombience! X
I thought I would drop you all a line, just to let you know I’m still alive!
I have noticed I haven’t blogged for a while, this is for many reasons really, enthusiasm, time, not feeling very interesting, changes, to name a few.
But this morning we woke to it snowing, first time here for four years, and the first time my hairy baby boy has seen it! So I thought I would share some pictures with you, which is what I do best! X
Click on here to see his first reaction!
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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,200 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.
This year has been a year of change, and one of those was where I live. I miss these beautiful views from the place I used to live at, I shall cherish them always! X
What has this photo got to do with the word angular, I hear you say…well that is a good question, I think I chose this because I like the angle and perspective of this, and it did take my OH a while to balance this fella, I also like the lines on the stone.
This has been hard!
I have achieved a lot, but having that in photos is a different thing, they are almost things that can not be put into a picture!
My best achievement, which is hard to admit cos I’m not that kind of person, a private one, is that I’m a survivor, I have made it here today.
The pictures above are drawing that I did a little while ago, after not picking up a colouring pencil since I left school, I was quite pleased with them!
Take care! X
I love these colours!
Minimalist photo, minimalist words! X
I have found this weeks challenge a real challenge. You know when you have a photo in mind that you know you have taken a long time ago, that you know would have fitted the challenge just right, well this isn’t the one! I trudged through all my old pics on the laptop, found loads of photos I haven’t seen for a long time but not the one I wanted, so you can have this one instead, it kinda fits! X
I thought I would sum my half term week up in the photos that I have taken. I have finally got my camera up and running again. When you move house it does take a while to find the little things that make your life so easy, like chargers, adaptors, memory cards, etc, so with all of them reunited I now have a working camera.
The picture above is of one of the wood walks in Bovey Tracey, Devon, it has been a beautiful week weatherwise, and this next picture will prove that…
This is Teignmouth, Devon….
Then we have had Halloween, my OH carved some great pumpkins…
This one I particularly love…
Last night our family had a fireworks night in the garden, and it has to be done, making shapes with the sparklers…
These look like spirits dancing in the night…
I tried to write my name, you can just make out the n,e,t…
This is really clear of OHs…
Last but not least I’m going to spend my Sunday with my boy doing lots of work around the sofa!
Ta ta for now!
I just love this post! Thanks Nicole x
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“You can be the most beautiful person in the world and everybody sees light and rainbows when they look at you, but if you yourself don’t know it, all of that doesn’t even matter. Every second that you spend on doubting your worth, every moment that you use to criticize yourself; is a second of your life wasted, is a moment of your life thrown away. It’s not like you have forever, so don’t waste any of your seconds, don’t throw even one of your moments away.”
~ C. JoyBell C.
After yesterday’s post about using the good china (and all those other good things we put away for special occasions) I received two messages that broke my heart. Here they are:
I cannot tell you how many times I have thrown away expensive chocolates that were ” too good” to eat. Or expensive perfumes and lotions…
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I like this weeks challenge!
I shall tell you why, this is actually a cover I have given to some writing I have started to put together. I have, like many, popped some things down, do you want a read of how it starts….
I am even afraid to start, and where do you start? I don’t know I’m sure, where would you start telling strangers about your journey? Every ones life pathways are all going in different directions. My journey, (even though I hope I am not even halfway through yet), has weaved an interesting path so far, well I think so any- way, and you might find it interesting, or even helpful to know that there is some- one who might have had the same experi- ences as you, that you are not the only one, you are not alone. Some might judge my story, well lets face it all of you will, we all judge, we are making judgments about people all the time conscience and sub consciously, some right, some wrong.
I am going to have to write this my way,
My friend, I’ll say it clear, I’ll state my case of which I’m certain.
I am no writer and no reader. I can count on one hand how many whole books I have ever read. So the paragraphs are going to be small for the low concentration levels of some, like me. There are going to be pictures, I have always liked books with lots of pictures, it’s something pretty to look for us visual learners…..
So there we go! X
Evening, morning, afternoon,
Not quite sure what refraction means really so took a guess with this picture.
This was taken on one of my many dog walks!
I love the rays radiating out from the ball of light, like it’s sending out its magic out to you personally, and how it is reflecting in the slither of puddle.
Take care! X
This is what I call dreamy, a pint at a pub, on a summers evening after walking the dog on the beach! Cheers! X
I have been very lucky and had travelled to many lovely places in the world. These pictures are a small selection of signs from my several trips to the states. We have taken our boys to all the big theme parks, well you only live once, your children are only young once, and you create lasting memories! x
Here is my OHs star trail they took ages ago! This is definitely a nighttime picture!
I’m back!….have you missed me?… don’t answer that! What a few months I have had, it goes a bit like this….
After 10 years in the same school, after lots of uming and arring I decided to hand in my notice to persue new adventures, can’t let the grass grow and all that, it was a big emotional wrench, because I loved my teaching job, and had established myself well in the school but what didn’t help was on the day I handed my notice in, I returned home to find out that my landlord had given me notice on my home which I had been living in for 13 years, I had brought my children up in that house, been through a lot of ups and downs there, so losing my job and home in one day was a little bit too much. I was more gutted about the house because that was out of my control and I lived in such a beautiful place. So I spent my summer holidays sorting and packing up my worldly goods, which after so many years it took some sorting, making decisions like, do we take the boys primary school exercises books or not, I let them make that decision!
After fours trailer loads to the tip later we moved. but within all of this I didn’t have a job, because I left without another job to go to, luckily within two days of leaving my last job I was offered a position at a special school, something new for me, but also something I am very excited about I managed to get on to a holding pool to train as a paramedic, something I have always wanted to do, but have never gone for because it was never the right time, but now it is, so two jobs at once, not bad.
I feel very proud of myself because I am a routine, comfort zone kinda girl, so leaving a teaching job with no job, with just blind faith was a big step for me.
This weekend has been the first weekend I have had to chill for long time, I used to also teach at weekends, but part of my change I also gave all that up too, that I had been doing for 18 years, it is strange having a two day weekend, but I could get used to it.
As you can see I haven’t had a lot of time to think about blogging but I am hoping to get back into the flow of things again.
Ok, back to the photo challenge, this was taken at night, so I thought I might get way with it! It also describes for me how this last two months have been, a bit swirly! X
400 words… Free writing, scary, no editing, tricky!
My reverse bucket list, many people have their bucket list of things to do before they die, I wonder where that name came from, bucket, anyway. So thought I would do my reverse bucket list of all the things I don’t want to do before I die.
The first has got to be anything to do with extreme heights, like parachute jumps or bungee jumps. Who in their right mind voluntarily throws themselves off or out of something? I know a lot of people do but that is not for me, thank you very much.
I do not do being cold or wet on any level, so this means I do not want to visit anywhere like Alaska, go skiing, in fact anything to do with snow or ice you can rule me out, and yes I know many of you will say how beautiful all that is, but I can see pictures of it all from the comfort of my home.
Become a naturist, no way on earth am I going to bare all for anyone. Have my bits dangling or see anyone else’s bits swinging in the wind.
Learn a new language, I know you will say how lazy, but I have tried but I just don’t get it. I struggle with my own language at times, so having to translate that into an alien speak is just to much for my brain to take.
This is one I’m sure that many of you will disagree with, I know, but I have no desire to see the northern lights. I have seen lots of pretty pictures of it but the thought of traipsing to a cold place, get up early to possibly catch a flicker in the sky does not appeal to me, sorry!
Doing a triathlon does not appeal either. I might at a push attempt a marathon one day. But I think a triathlon is related to the fact of having to get wet and I don’t do bikes either.
Go back packing for a year. I just never have seen the attraction to the whole back-pack for a year thing. I like to be home, I like to wash my clothes regularly and sleep in my bed. So unless the sofa is moving with me, i might manage a week.
Climb mount Everest, we had a man come and do a talk at school who had climbed Mount Everest, it was an amazing achievement for him, but it totally put me off, because what I didn’t realise was you don’t just plod your way upwards, but so your body gets used to the altitude you go up a bit then come back down, up a bit more then come back down, then go up a bit more then come back down, you get the idea. Well you end up climbing it a dozen times just to get to the top. No thank you.
Eat live spiders or any other kinds of bugs, don’t feel the need to prove myself to anyone, and that includes me. Plus, both me and my body know we can’t handle it, and we are fine with that.
Be pregnant again, done that, got the t shirt and stretch marks to prove it didn’t like it then, and wouldn’t like it now.
Swim in the big wide ocean. One word: sharks. Two words: jelly fish. Two other words: rip tides. See also: “cold”, “choppy”, “cramps”, “search was called off on account of darkness” and “not waving but drowning”
Well I think this might be around the 400 word mark, but I don’t have a word count on the ipad.
What would be on your reverse bucket list? I would be interested to know! X
This challenge I found interesting, to describe where you lived at the age of twelve. Well I have started to write about this on the page St Trinians with a slash of Hogwarts
At the age of twelve my home was a boarding school, and I wanted to write about it because the experience effected me deeply. So this is the beginning of it….
I thought I would share with you my experience of secondary school because I think I’m safe to say that my adventure was different to most people. Just imagine a place that was a mixture of the fun and excitement of St Trinians, the mystery of Hogwarts, and the incarceration of prison, that was the place where I was sent. I say sent, I went willingly, but I think it was not ‘what it said on the tin’, or the picture that was sold to me. I went because I was told that I would have to give up my dancing when I go to secondary, bearing in mind I was dancing every single day, it was my life, so yes I would have done anything to continue. It sounded like heaven dancing, singing, music and drama all day and weekends, even better, all of this and with no parents. What more could a you want?
The process to get into the school was rigorous, even to get an interview at the school, photos, and letters needed to be completed before you set a toe on the grounds. The audition day was jam packed with, a singing, dancing, drama, and academic tests. There seemed to me that there was hundreds of hopefuls going for a place at this prestigious school, that I did not think there was a hope in hell that a young naive farmer girl like me would never be good enough for a place like this. The only thing that I thought had going for me was when the head teacher was interviewing me in front if a panel of five, and a room full of peers, worst than the x factor, was she asked what my father did for a living, I said a farmer, her eyes lit up. Maybe she thought oh this one will be alright because her dad owns land, he will be able to pay the fees.
And so that day came and went and we played the waiting game for the letter to arrive to give us the verdict, is she in or is she out? Well she was in and the excitement of this new adventure was just great at the time. I could boost to children of where I was going, which I relished in because up till now I had just been there in the background not really good at anything no one really noticing me, but oh they took noticed now, especially my dancing chums, because some of them had tried to get into a school like this and couldn’t or their parents could not afford the fees. I was in the local paper, which was not hard I suppose, because I would only have to sniff and mother put it in the newspapers. But all in all I was enjoying this new found celebrity statues. Just getting the uniform or should I say uniforms was an adventure in its self. The never ending list arrived for the paraphernalia we needed to have, there was five sets of different uniforms, daily wear, summer uniform, winter uniform, Sunday best uniform and dance uniform, all of this to be purchased from a huge department store in London. So with all this you can imagine my eagerness to get to this magical place was at fever pitch. Little did I know how quickly this would fizzle away.
First day had arrived and after travelling seven hours with large full red trunk in tow, we finally arrived and drove up the gravel driveway. The only way I can describe it is something out of ‘Sense and Sensibility’. Bearing in mind I was looking at this through the eyes of an eleven year old everything looked enormous, the building was majestic, an original Rothschild mansion. The main entrance was over towered by two stone pillars which looked like they were guarding the wooden doors and what was beyond. I was in ore and feeling apprehensive to even getting out of the car. There was what seemed like, hundreds of cars with little wide eyed faces peering out of their car windows, being guided were to park, I had arrived. Were to go now? Walking between the stone guards we went up the staircase and into the lobby area which was floor to ceiling covered in photos of people past, royalty, cups and certificates. Gave them my name and was pointed towards a door. When I walked through the door what I saw to me was just this mystical place, a grand stairway going up, doors, pillars, marble floor, and a huge glass window which the height of the hall looking into a room which was the first dance studio I saw, but this studio was no ordinary dance studio that I had seen before. It was panelled with oak, had gargoyles glaring down at you, two fire places that you could stand in, barres, mirrors, and a grand piano situated in the large bay windows. We were told to put my trunk in the ballet room, which was one of the doors off the hallway. Yet another studio, this one was decorated in pale blue, again had a fire place, barres, mirrors and another grand piano. The room was jammed with trunks all sizes and colours, in joined my red one. What next? We wondered around aimlessly taking in the surroundings found two more studios off the main hallway. One a red room which looked out to the back gardens, where there was tennis courts. A room, which was a ballroom, the grandest room yet. It had a fireplace that had two marble angels either side hovering, glaring over you. The scent of the whole place was dust. There were many clusters of parents with their offspring all doing the same as us, wondering around not quite know what was going to happen next. Then it was indicated that the parents had to leave their blossoms. Now as far as I can remember I could not wait for my parents to leave, not even watching them go it was kind of a ‘ya right then bye’, then they were gone. I wish in hindsight that I had savoured their leaving because this was the last time I was to see them or speak to them for seven weeks. A bit like the doors in ‘porridge’, bang our sentence began.
That was it I was on my own, a new everything. I don’t really remember how I got there but I was shown to my dormitory. It was in another building so walking to it gave me opportunity to get a glimpse at more of my new home. I was taken down a staircase beyond the hallway which brought us to a basement. This looked dark and grey, a contrast to the grandeur of upstairs, the walls concrete and tiled, a rabbit warren of corridors. This must have been where the servants lived and worked when the mansion was owned by the Rothschild’s. We went through and then out a back door into a courtyard. Across and beyond was a building they called the Clockhouse, probably because of the great big clock on top of the building. To the left of the Clockhouse was a conservatory kind of building, which inside has potters wheels, art work, benches, and sculptures. I was taken in through the front door of the Clockhouse and up a sweeping staircase, along a rickety corridor, with many doors along, to a door that was last but one to the end, numbered seven. Here we were my cell, or should I say room. I do not know what I was expecting, you have visions in your head of boarding school dormitories, don’t you, of these large long rooms, with rows of beds either side, a bit hospital like. Well this was not what I was thinking at all, I walked through the door and I saw four beds, four chairs, four chests of drawers and three hard looking pairs of eyes staring at me, in a room smaller than my lounge now. The other three beds had been taken there was one left, I guessed this must be mine then. It was in the corner, behind the door. Just as was just thinking what next, the strangest looking person flung the door open. She was, I would say in her seventies, but I bet she was younger than she looked. She had a humped back, dragon like features and the brightest purple hair I had ever seen. She introduced herself as Mrs Veal in her crackly voice and she was the matron, scary, this was my part time mother, help. She spoke about rules, regulations and I don’t know what. In time I was to learn her catch phrase, ‘I just don’t want to know’, she would say this after she had asked what you were doing, and before you had chance to get your sentence out she without fail would come out with her catch phase. Seriously why did she ask then?
I know I have posted this picture before, but I think it represents the word ‘between’ well.
This picture was taken on a school trip I took the year 6s on. And this is two boys having a moment together. I find this a poignant picture, because these are boys were best friends all the way through primary school, I had seen their relationship have it’s ups and downs. The sad thing is that these boys went to separate secondary school, so I’m not sure if they still have contact. X
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