Showing posts from April, 2013


Words fail me, so I'm knitting for Boston today - sending love and hugs in every stitch to the families and friends of all those affected.

It's a glorious day today, very windy and wild, but it feels good to spend some time in the garden clearing up and making way for the new growth.

While I've been doing this there's been a song going around in my head. I wrote this song many years ago...  and haven't given it a thought in yonks. However, it's playing on a loop right now, so thought I'd share it. I'd like to dedicate this song to the people of Boston, hoping their hurt will heal and hearts can eventually forgive.

Beyond the Indian Ocean and the Bay of Bengal
Further than Arabia or lands of pyramids tall
Across the ancient Bosphorus and over the Persian Gulf
Past Sinkiang and Afghanistan, floating like a dove.

Asian winds please take me to your home
Carry me away across the foam
Take me to the place where they know what it …

Ryedale Folk Museum

I spent a wonderful Easter afternoon in Hutton-le-Hole with P and the grandlings, Isabella and Ava, at the Ryedale Folk Museum.
We hadn't been since the boys were little so it was great to see how the place had moved on with a little help from the lottery. Everything in the old village is really well-presented, from the thatched roofs and wattle fences on the outside to the tools and fittings inside the cottages - it was great for the girls to be able to experience life as it used to be lived on the Yorkshire moors. From the grocery store to the wheelwright, the shops and workshops were stuffed with interesting artefacts...
...some of the artefacts were a little more gruesome than others!
There were homemade textiles...

Gipsy swing and guitar straps

Need to take my mind off things this morning so decided to bury myself in the blog. Had a heavy session at the dentist and can't feel my bottom lip, so feeling very sorry for myself - can't even have a cup of coffee for the next couple of hours as I'd probably scald myself.

On the bright side I'm enjoying my new guitar, even more so now I've been for a couple of lessons. Although I've been playing guitar for more years than I care to remember, I felt I was in a rut, playing the same old pieces and definitely not moving on. So now I'm learning pentatonic scales (something I really should have done years ago, as any serious guitarist knows), which hopefully will give me more confidence to join in with other musicians and also to improvise and play lead guitar.

But my second lesson was the one that set my heart a-flutter - I'm learning gipsy swing!♥ This type of music is so joyful and uplifting, it makes me smile from ear to ear just hearing the opening b…

The Lakes & Knitting Sticks

We spent a glorious few days in the Lake District over Easter, with Tristan, Jane and the grandbabies, Lyra and Louis.
Despite the dire weather forecast, the sun shone and although it was bitterly cold, once out walking, the landscapes are so amazing that you forget to notice the icy winds. On the way there through the Dales, we stopped in Hawes and found the ideal place for tea with a roaring fire, the papers and comfy sofas on the main street. 
We soon arrived at Pudding Cottage, our base for the next three days.  It was cosy and well equipped, with even a stair gate and toys for the children. We were up early next morning looking for ancient carvings on the stones of the Langdale Boulders or Copt Howe as the locals call it.
We walked back along a beautiful valley full of Herdwick sheep, then warmed up with coffee  in the village tea shop. Next day we visited Grasmere, one time home of William Wordsworth, who described Grasmere as the loveliest spot that man hath ever found. We walk…