“Dance as though no one is watching you. Love as though you have never been hurt before. Sing as though no one can hear you. Live as though heaven is on earth.”
Sunday, 12 April 2020
Friday, 2 February 2018
This and that Friday
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| I love this time of year that the children can be outside nearly all day |
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| I am sure there is enough room for me |
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| Recently I have started taking pottery class these birds are a few of my efforts |
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| My spice spoons |
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| In the garden |
A little bit of history
Christmas 2017
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| Sean the dog and RoryWhisker's it was Sean's 12th birthday |
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| Penny Squeaker |
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| Amy Pond |
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| Honey Bunny |
The family has grown we also have two more guineapigs two boys Hunky and Dorry which reminds me time to feed them all .😊🔆
Monday, 29 January 2018
Sunday, 28 January 2018
Hello blog I have missed you so much its funny when you look back
to the last time I wrote on you I thought it was only a few months ago not a
few years.
well the most exciting news is I
am now a nana to beautiful little girl who is growing up so quickly she is
already one years old and as you might guess love her to the moon and back. My eldest
son has just got his Masters my next son is doing his national service in the
navy a few months and he will finish that and the youngest is still at school
starting his exams.
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| My vegetable patch |
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| A view from the kitchen door then |
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| and now |
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| And still enjoy taking photos |
Friday, 12 June 2015
evening spent with friends in a Yurt

But what I was really interested in was the sawdust toilet the Composting_toilet how easy it was to use and how pretty it was
love these stones
Wednesday, 6 May 2015
Sunday, 15 February 2015
Saturday, 7 February 2015
Sunday, 1 February 2015
Friday, 30 January 2015
When all about you
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Saturday, 24 January 2015
Sunday, 4 January 2015
Thursday, 1 January 2015
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