Thirty Seven Years

 

I found this old photo in the attic the other day when I was looking for something - I still have that ball gown wrapped up in my wardrobe.  Memories of when Paul and I were young and looking forward to our lives together.

 

Today we are celebrating our wedding anniversary.  Thirty seven years ago we quietly got married in a registry office in Salisbury, before flying off to Brussels for a weekend honeymoon.  I’m not sure why we picked Brussels, I think Bruges would have been more romantic.  I remember the weather was dull and damp and then I got food poisoning so it wasn’t the best of starts to our marriage.  Since then we have had a lot of fun and laughter in our lives, blessed with two beautiful daughters and many happy memories.

 

Our village pub, The Crown, is re-opening soon; we would have gone out for a meal today if it had been open.  We briefly considered going to Cleethorpes for fish and chips on the pier but quickly decided against that. So we are eating at home - mussels in cream and garlic with a glass of sparkly for lunch, rib of beef with truffle jus (courtesy of M&S) for dinner tonight.

 

I’m a lucky girl.

 

Paul prepared the table, including the rose petals and candle!

 

Changing Rooms

The work to the sitting room is just about complete (Paul is still working on the skirting board and boxing in ugly heating pipes).  Some of you will perhaps prefer the original version of the room but the old gas fire needed updating and the deep pile cream carpet was stained and really not at all dog friendly.

old version of the sitting room

 

The fire has been replaced with a sleek modern version that I can easily turn on with a remote control – a log fire at the touch of a button!  No more dusty coals or wind howling down the chimney.

 

 

Paul did a fabulous job laying the wood flooring and we resurrected the Persian rug that had been dumped in the attic since we arrived here three years ago.  I’m happy to see it again and I think it looks good against the timber floor.

 

Jeremiah has found a home on the top of my new shelf unit; I have also bought a salt lamp that gives out a cosy glow in the evenings.

 

There are still some finishing touches to make and I am also on the lookout for some new artwork to hang.  The room has taken on a very different aspect and I am very pleased with the result.

 

 

 

A Happy Toad

I have just got home from a blustery walk around the village with Rick; I am on double dog walks this week while Paul is working on the oak flooring for the sitting room.  In theory this should have been a relatively straightforward process but the level concrete floor is not so level after all.  The straight walls of the room aren’t so straight either!  But he is making good progress and I am pleased with the result so far.

Where's my nice fluffy carpet gone?

 

Earlier this morning I went outside to pick some raspberries and strawberries.  The strawberry crop has just about finished but I lifted the net and swept my hand through the plants to discover any berries hiding under the leaves.  The sun was shining directly in my eyes so I didn’t realise at first that the strange object I was touching was actually a large toad!  I gave a girly shriek and then realised that the poor creature was totally tangled up in the net.  The more he struggled the more the net tightened around his neck.  Paul came to the rescue and managed to cut the net and gently free the toad.  He appeared unhurt and hopped off towards the compost heap.

 

The garden is starting to show signs of autumn but we were surprised to see the Berberis bushes giving up their leaves so early.  On closer inspection we realised that the branches were covered in small caterpillars and they had stripped the two bushes completely of their leaves.  

 

These caterpillars were the larvae of the Berberis Sawfly, an insect that only attacks Berberis and Mahonia and will completely defoliate these shrubs.  It only became established in south-east England in 2000 but has since spread throughout the country.  We have sprayed the Berberis (too many larvae to hand pick them off) and hopefully the bushes will recover.

 

Mellow Fruitfulness

 

September, so far, has been kind to Lincolnshire, lots of sunshine and relatively warm.  We have managed some lengthy cycle rides, spent time in the garden and downed a few drinks on the terrace. Village life continues - art club and dancing for me while Paul goes bowling twice a week.  The pub is due to re-open at the end of the month after being closed for three years and Wednesday coffee mornings in the village hall are set to resume.

 

Some good friends from Wiltshire came to stay with us at the weekend, bringing their young dog, Buzz (a Bichon cross) with them.  We were a bit anxious as to how Rick would react with another dog in his home but they got on amazingly well, I think Rick just adored his young playmate.  They ran circuits around the garden and played tug-of-war with Mr Bunny. 

 

sharing Mr Bunny

tired pups

The re-modelling of our sitting room has commenced.  The new fire has been installed and the chimney breast re-plastered.  The oak planks for the floor are due to arrive tomorrow but apparently they need to acclimatise before Paul starts putting them in place.  I’m sure all the effort and disruption will be worth it in the end.   I shall post some photos when it’s all finished.

 

so much dust!

New Chain

 

Summer has returned!  It was a perfect morning for cycling – sunshine and just a light breeze.  We did a 40 km circuit riding along the western edge of the Lincolnshire Wolds.  Rather than climbing the steep hill up to Nettleton Top we rode along the quiet country roads at the bottom through the pretty villages of Claxby and Holton le Moor.  Some of the local place names made me chuckle – Boggle Lane and Bunny Hill Farm. 

Paul put a new chain on my bike a couple of days ago.  I cannot believe the difference it makes, I’m just flying along now and my bike has stopped rattling.  I had never realised that an old chain can make pedalling so much harder.  Apart from checking my tyres and polishing my saddle I leave all the bike maintenance to Paul, just another of his jobs to keep me happy!

Tomorrow I have art club, a gathering of local people at the village hall.  I was reluctant to re-start my painting (I don’t like to commit to a regular activity) but a friend was keen for me to accompany her.  It’s a very relaxed atmosphere there and the biscuits are good so I shall keep going for a while, just messing around with cutesy animals and birds until I feel more adventurous.