Friday, 27 October 2017

October 2017 Scavenger Photo Hunt


'A photograph inspired by a word,
words inspired by the photograph'


Another selection of words set by Hawthorn for us to match up with photographs, unusual  but fun to do.
To link up with others joining in the fun use this link  here to Hawthorns blog

  

1. Making........

Followers of the Photo Scavenger Hunt may recognise this scarf.  Last month Susan of grannysmithsquilting posted a picture of a beautiful scarf she had made.  She very kindly sent me the pattern and now I have found my knitting mojo and am making this simple but very pretty scarf.  The actual wool is a darker midnight blue with a little twinkle (not a sparkle, just a twinkle).  By the time this is posted I hope to be finished.  I plan to make it into an infinity scarf.   Thanks Susan. 





2.  It starts with an.......F


There is it, can you see it?  It is there on the table - between the Dundee cake and pretty bag.  Yes,  it is a jar of FUDGE made for his grandfather's birthday by Eldest.  The picture was taken in Hawthorns' new Studio where we had a lovely family tea party for B. The scones were delicious too.  









3.   Empty

Not only were the scones delicious but the fudge was scrumptious, yummy, delish and did not last long.






 

4. Paper


A couple of years ago we had a new bathroom installed.  Under the old bath was some screwed up newspaper.  It did not look as though it was deliberate like some sort of time capsule rather as though it had been wrapped round some fittings, all crumpled and discarded.  I carefully smoothed it out and then ironed it.  It was a few pages from the Daily Mirror dated Saturday, November 15, 1986. Those who know Steve Wright from original BBC Radio 1 and now Radio 2 will know he is as bald as a coot!  Funny to see him with all that hair!   As I am typing this I am listening to 'Steve Wright in the Afternoon'. I keep telling myself I should forward him a copy of the paper.

We replaced the old newspaper plus a copy of the newspaper of the day as well as the TV guide for that week in a properly sealed plastic bag and perhaps someone else will find them all some day.






5 Neat   

This was quite a difficult one for me.  Those who know me will agree - I'm not the neatest person. I hate untidiness but battle to keep things neat and tidy.  I call myself a 'professional stacker'.  I make piles of things - neat piles on the dining room table, another on my desk.  So I wracked my brains and then suddenly remembered this..................






Not bad for me!  


6  Street 

Some years ago we had a wonderful holiday staying in Hawkshead in the Lake District.  The little village had some wonderful little nooks and crannies to explore.  We particularly liked this old cobbled street - even more so when we saw what its original name had been and wondered what crafts had been practised in the little old houses.








'The cobbled street was once busy with cobblers, cloggers, saddlers, harness makers, putty makers and clockmakers.  William the Conqueror's grandson, later the last Norman king, Stephen 1, included Hawkshead and its environs in his 1137 endowment of Furness Abbey.'  
Wonderful what you can learn from Google.



 7.  Kettle



I wracked my brains for this one.  I have an ordinary bog standard kettle, I searched through possible places for a copper kettle and then remembered The Copper Kettle Cafe in Dartmouth, Devon, but that photograph was taken in the 1980's......where on earth would I find that old picture. (I had even considered Kettle Chips).  I then went into my neighbours kitchen and there on the worktop was a copper kettle, not an old one but a fashionable retro one, a much more interesting kettle than mine.  So I asked if I could borrow it for a few minutes to photograph. 






  8. Unexpected

This past month we have had to have all the Leylandii  trees removed from one end of our garden. They had become too tall for safety and were already losing large branches in the wind into the neighbouring school playing field.  As much as I have always disliked the trees they did help me develop my 'secret garden' in the shaded area and also gave some definition to the whole vista.  Our landlord and a friend of his came to remove them.  They had to be careful that the trees fell away from our garden as B has his shed and I have a greenhouse right next to them. On most days they had used a tractor with a raised bucket with ropes tied to it to guide the trees down in the right place.   I took lots of pictures of whole trees falling into the school grounds.  All this took a few days and eventually I got a bit blase about it all and stopped rushing out to film or photograph it all.  Then one lunchtime as I was standing at the kitchen window there was a huge crash and the latest tree to be felled had landed on our garden shed roof.  Our lumberjacks said a sudden gust of wind had lifted the falling tree and it twisted round onto the shed!   The one day they had not had use of the tractor to guide the falling trees this happened.  There is still one more tree to take down, it is right next to my greenhouse.  They are now waiting to the rain sodden playing field to dry out a bit so they can get the tractor in to guide this final tree - they are not taking any chances again!




Fortunately there was no damage to the actual shed except a tiny tear in the roofing felt and all that had happened was for things to bounce off the shelves inside onto the floor. It had smashed through the fence too.   Don't know which was more unexpected, the tree on the roof or the fact it did no damage!  (Excuse the washing on the line!)


9.  Vase


Well two actually.  They have mirror images on them so I am showing the back and front.  My mother's uncle was in the Merchant Navy during WW1 and was stationed in and around China.  He brought these two 5 inch Chinese vases back for my mother when she was about 14.  They are very well travelled as my parents moved around before and during the war then moved to Northern Rhodesia, leaving a couple of trunks containing wedding presents and other precious things with friends in St Albans.  When they had settled down in Lusaka the two trunks were sent out by sea, one of which was stolen so I am very lucky these survived.  They are only about 5 ins high and I love them.  We have  never had them valued so they may be worth only a few pounds or we might have a small fortune sitting on the shelf.  (Hope it is the latter.....I can dream, can't I?)






10.  My Own Choice


Every year I plant up pots of potatoes.  I buy seed potatoes from our local garden shop, carefully chit them then plant up three potato bags, several buckets with holes and one huge 60 litre pot. Their smallest bag usually has too many potatoes for my limited garden space so when I saw some seed potatoes in our local Lidl I bought it as it was half the size of my usual packet.  I planted up the three potato bags, one bucket with some new potatoes that had started to grow in my vegetable rack and the rest of the seed potatoes into the large 60l pot.  

Come harvest time we started on the three large potato bags and got just enough new potatoes for two meals from the three bags! 😕  The 5l bucket with the sprouting new potatoes was much more successful - enough from the one bucket for a further three meals. 😊 Eventually we got round to the large 60l pot.  It usually has a plentiful supply of new potatoes for us.   Below is the sum total of potatoes from the huge pot!  😞


At least this year we had a good harvest of runner beans!  I've learnt my lesson - buy seed potatoes from a proper garden shop or better still, let some new potatoes go to seed in the vegetable rack!! 





Friday, 29 September 2017

September's Scavenger Photo Hunt

'A photograph inspired by a word,
words inspired by the photograph'
  
 As a change from my usual offerings most of my pictures were taken this month while on holiday in Northumberland.
Link  here to Hawthorn's page and see all the other entries.

1. (Open and) Shut 


We have just had a week's stay in a farm cottage in Northumberland and these two notices were on the doors of a store room, one on the entrance and the second on a door leading out of it. I could not resist entering both under the 'Shut' heading. 


















2. Copper

All our Rhodesian copper is up in the attic - needs too much cleaning - but after wondering what on earth I could use I remembered I have a miniature copper coal scuttle in my greenhouse.  It belonged to my mother and I usually get it out at Christmas to do a greenery arrangement in the passage.  So after a quick clean with lemon and salt it came up beautifully.


Then a couple of days ago I suddenly realised that I wear copper bracelets all the time in the hope it will help my arthritis.  I had not even thought of them; there they were right under my nose.  



  


3. Wrist


This had me stumped for a while for although I have two of my own they don't photograph well, too ancient and wrinkly and then when I was in the Physio department at our local surgery I saw this picture on the wall and asked if I could take a photograph.  I  had to give an explanation.....think Physio thought I was a bit odd but anyway, I got my 'wrist' picture. 





4. Quarter

A quarter of a melon - just what was needed to end a lovely meal after spending the day on the beach. 








5. It starts with a C ... castle

Another view of the wonderfully imposing Bamburgh Castle taken from the village.  I use another view of the castle and beach in my banner heading.  The green lawn in front is part of a traditional looking cricket green, complete with wooden pavilion.  I'm sure the local ladies serve  tea and scones to the players during their tea break.









6. Foam

Taken on St Aiden's Beach near Seahouses in Northumberland.  This is Jess, our son and daughter-in-law's dog waiting for the stick to be thrown again. Jess had a wonderful time, even learnt to body surf whereas old Roxy had a gentle little swim and paddle still but loved her beach holiday.


7. Scarf (or a whole heap of them)


How can I choose one scarf when I have zillions.  I keep going through them to try and reduce the number but find I still use them all.  These are my lightweight summer/autumn ones, I have a whole drawer full of knitted or woven winter ones!!   I took them all of their hanger and put them on the bed and realised that I really do have zillions.






 Having taken a couple of pictures I hung them back neatly, colour graded, on the shower curtain rings I have on a coat hanger.





I then thought what a large amount of space they were taking up and thought of packing them away like the woollen ones, but have no empty drawers. Then a sudden brainwave.....a plastic box.








They are now all neatly folded into a box. B insisted I would not get them all in and to be honest I began to think he might be right but I managed and although they look tightly packed, being so soft and silky they easily allow my hands in to get a scarf out or put back in each time.




But now.....as I lie in bed and gaze at the empty side of the wardrobe I find I miss my lovely cloud of soft scarves but no.....they are tidy, they are all in one place I keep telling myself. :(



8. Line

As my theme this month seems to be Northumberland related I thought I would look for fishing line on the beach. Although disappointed I did not find any to photograph we were very pleased that there was no rogue discarded fishing line in sight.  I actually thought I had found some but as I untangled it with a stick I realised it was some sort of seaweed.  So here is a line of seaweed.




9. Nostalgic


I have many memories of the lovely week spent on our favourite beaches.  This one is taken on Cocklawburn beach near Berwick-on-Sea.  It is well known as the Fossil Beach but this time we did not see many, there had been a very high tide and the sand moved to cover many of the fossils in the rocks.  The distant figures are our son and his wife and their two dogs.  






10. My own choice


Many hours were spent on the beaches throwing sticks for the dogs.  Jess, sitting here, is young and strong, whereas Roxy is much older and not able to always get the stick.  So Jess has been taught to sit 'on the naughty step' while Roxy has her turn.  She sits obediently, watching everything that's happening, trembling with excitement and muttering........  It amused us so much, just watching her earnest face.


Memories of a lovely holiday.

Thursday, 31 August 2017

August 2017 Photo Scavenger Hunt

I must say I found this selection quite challenging at first but eventually found relevant photographs. 

I am once again joining in with Hawthorn's photo treasure hunt - to see her blog and links to other people who are taking part click  here


1. Relaxed    



What can be more relaxed that a hot cat sleeping in front of a fan?  Our old cat Jak always lay this way in front of the fan and gas heater on cooler days.  I had so many pictures of him in this position I had a job to select one.  We would position the pouffe with his bedding on top in front of the fan for him.  







2. It begins with an M


In April this year I was horrified to find this leather handbag that had belonged to my mother absolutely covered in Mould. I hurriedly googled how to clean the bag and after following the instructions and then hanging it outside in the sun it was completely cleaned.  It is a lovely old bag from the 1950's  that I have kept but never used. It is beautifully lined in calf leather and I was so relieved when I managed to get it back to its normal look. No idea why this happened as it had been stored in the same cupboard for years.  I will keep a closer eye on it in future. 











3. Time for... Tea  (with a difference)


Last August we made a birthday tea for our daughter-in-law Jenn but instead of the usual scones and cake we covered the table with platters of fruit, all cut up and ready for eating and served it with two tubs of delicious icecream, one each end of the table. There was even a token cake candle in the centre of the arrangement on the cake stand in the foreground.

The sunny tablecloth had been painted by Jenn's mother whilst we were all in South Africa. Nice to use it in memory of Marian. 

It was a fun afternoon and although it looks a lot of work Jenn and I only spent time in the morning cutting and arranging it all.  It was a great success.  Last August was hot and sunny and this was a very suitable tea party not a cool month like this year.







4. Tangerine 


I must admit that when I first read this title I was immediately taken back to the music played by Tommy Dorsey and his orchestra from 1942 musical - The Fleet's In.  
My father played it on his piano in my youth and we would have heard it on the radio.  For those who may remember or curious hear it the link is here 

We have not adjusted to the English names for all the different 'easy peelers' in the supermarket as we have stuck to the Southern African name for the fruit - naartjie.  That is why fruit was not my immediate reaction to the word.  Anyway, I finally got it right and here is a bowl of lovely tangerine coloured Clementines. 








5. It begins with an O...  for overkill!


This is a picture taken of my paternal grandmother Annie Eliza.  Not only is she wearing the height of fashion of the times possibly 1920's but obviously flapper fashions had not reached her in Eastbourne. Then to crown it all she is wearing a fox skin cape, complete with head and tail.  Definitely Overkill.










6. Whiskery


Sorry to use dear Jak again but he had such a splendid set of whiskers that I had no option. He is sleeping on the apex of our garden shed, a favourite place of his.








7. Lace


This category gave me a lot of trouble. I don't own anything lacy, not clothing, table linen, nothing.  Then whilst searching for inspiration amongst our old photographs I found this. 

Again it is of Annie Eliza but this time looking younger and far more glamorous, holding my father and both her blouse and my father's dress (those were the days when all babies wore dresses) are covered in lace.  This I know was taken in l907 as my father is obviously a few months old.  Poor chap, that is a splendid curl on top of his head.  I love the way these old photographs are always mounted on embossed card, maybe because nobody owned cameras in those days and they were always professionally taken and as for that chair......it is gorgeous, obviously belonging to the photographic studio. 









8. Bridge 

This picture is of Abbot's Harbour Bridge, West Martin, Lancashire.  It is a favourite place of ours as it has a lovely old tea room/restaurant and lovely walks along the Leeds/Liverpool Canal.  I love the way the new bridge was just built over the old.  I see it was taken in 2011, when eldest was still only a little guy with long blonde hair.  He is walking with B, his proud grandfather.



9. Letters


This was another category that had me puzzled but then last week as I was walking through the village of Earby I saw this child's set of numbers and letters in the window of a second hand shop.  Eureka ....there were my letters.  Sorry about the reflection in the window - it was difficult to avoid.






10. My own choice


Last month I shared my secret garden which is down below on the left, between the flat and this upper garden.  We are lucky that we are the end flat so do not block anyone's access to their parking area and we have just added a few pots, then a few more, a greenhouse, trellis, a 'alittlement' (opposite of allotment, Hawthorn's description), trees in large pots, a couple of benches...like Topsy, it just growed!! (quote from Uncle Tom's Cabin) The picture below is a panorama picture I took but is rather small on this page so I have put it into a collage for more detail.  We get much pleasure out of our garden though it does take a lot of watering.....all 115 pots of varying sizes)






Friday, 28 July 2017

July 28th Scavenger Photo Hunt list


I gather Eldest had a hand in choosing these words with more than one meaning.  What a challenge some of them were.  Had to think far out of the box this time. Very far in some cases.   Well done!
 I am once again joining in with Hawthorn Spellweaver photo treasure hunt - to see her blog and links to other people who are taking part, click  here


1.  Crane  


Meet Herpes.  She was a very handsome crane that lived on the jetty on one of the islands in the middle of Kariba Dam in Zimbabwe/Zambia.  She was so named as, like herpes, she never went away!!   She sat waiting for the fishermen to come back in their boats rather than go fishing for herself!! 







2.  Ring


This red lifebelt stands sentinel on top of the hillside overlooking a vast beach in Northumberland. Officially known as Cocklawburn  but we call it the Fossil Beach as it not only has many fossils in those rocks you can see below but also at the base of the hill, especially after a bit of a rockfall.

Looking at the weather-worn post holding the lifebelt makes me wonder how long it has stood guard there and how often it has been used.





One of the many fossils to be found when the tide is out.  This is a small example of a fossil but one of my favourites.





3. Set

In 2015 a friend gave me a large shopping bag full of crab apples and as you can see I made a lovely lot of Crab Apple Jelly.  I did not know the fruit as it is something we did not grow in Africa (I was more used to making guava jelly) but it set beautifully.  Did not last long unfortunately. 








4. Light   

 

This is a picture of Berwick-on-Tweed lighthouse taken in 2008.  The boys have grown a bit since then, they now tower over their father! The lighthouse has also taken on a much smarter appearance as it has had a coat of paint.  It is located at the end of the pier from where there are tremendous views down the gorgeous Northumberland Coast.  It was built in the 19th Century and guides shipping to the entrance to the River Tweed and Berwick Harbour.  

You may have guessed from my banner picture, the Northumberland Coast is a favourite of ours and where we go each year for a stay in a farm cottage.  We wait till the summer school holidays are over then have the beaches to ourselves - not  that they are that busy in the holiday season.

I must confess to not being the photographer in this case, it was our son - the other tall one in the family!! 






5.  Bow
  

Strangely enough I don't have any pictures of a bow in my huge selection except this Christmas decoration which is one of my favourites.  He looks edible but perhaps fortunately is not.









6.  Spring    

Many years ago, when clearing out some branches to give more light to my Secret Garden, B cut down a dead tree but left the stump as the roots were helping hold the sloping heavy clay soil from slipping further.  I then found this car spring in amongst the rubbish there and remembering how Hawthorn uses odd industrial finds in her garden,  I put it on the stump. It has sat there for years, only really showing when the branches of that large fern next to it die back and the new branches unfurl.








7.  Open  

   

I must be honest and admit I did not take this photograph, it was sent to me by my good friend Lynette. She and her husband are taking a year long caravan holiday in their home country of South Africa before moving to their retirement flat in Scottburgh on the South Coast, near Durban.  They are moving around according to the weather, exploring the Rand area till it got too cold then moving to the South Coast for the mild winter there.   What bliss!

They check out many of the farm and road stalls and cafes wherever they are and came across this one near Bela Bela (previously known as Warmbaths) north of Pretoria. Lynette often sends us pictures that she thinks will catch our fancy and this certainly did, we found it very amusing.    








As a matter of interest Toeka Se Dae is Afrikaans and translates as 'Days of Yore'  as it was a very rustic road stall. 





8.  Grand  

 

Firstly I must apologise for the quality of this picture but as I know many of you enjoy my African stories I thought this one of this very grand dry cleaners in Giyani, in the far north of South Africa, would make a very grand story.

B was transferred to be manager of a psychiatric hospital in Giyani and as always I was guaranteed a job there in the Occupational Therapy Department.  

One of the first things we were told about by the African matron there was to be very careful using the local dry cleaners.  Only take clothes in for cleaning at the beginning of the week we were warned. Seemingly the proprietor of the shop had a second business running from his premises.....he hired out clothes for the weekend from the suits and posh frocks that came  in for cleaning!!   Needless to say we never used that dry cleaners.  But the picture on their window always amused me.  Bearing in mind it was supposed to be a dry cleaners it was strange that the lady in the picture was washing clothes in the traditional African way, on the rocks at the side of a river!!  Another reason we chose never to take any dry cleaning there!! 





As I said above, I apologise for the quality of the picture.  I had to enhance and adjust it tremendously just to get it to look this good or should I say grand.




9. Park  

 

Our local park in Sough used to have the most wonderful playground until 'elf and safety' decided it needed a new 'safe' one.  Not only did it have this fabulous helter skelter but a rocking horse on a spring that could really rock, a old fashioned see saw,  a long rocking horse that seated about 10, a roundabout that you could jump on and off, old fashioned swings that would go really high and then you could jump off and those double swings rather like a little boat.  There was also the skate park you can see in the background of the picture.  Now all that is gone and it is a very safe, boring modern playground.  So glad our grandsons are long past that age.  Below you can see B watching Youngest coming head first down the helter skelter.





10   My Own Choice

So many of you had such complimentary things to say about my secret garden I thought I would share this picture with you.  It is not a very pretty one, I must admit, but it makes me feel good when I see how far B and I  have got making our Secret Garden. 

When I stand admiring the cool greenness I deliberately shut out this part of the lower garden behind me.  As I have said before, we are last flat in a group of four.  Nobody else has bothered to do anything to theirs although we do occasionally cut back the ivy in the next door garden before it smothers the trees there. If I turn round and look under our bridge and our neighbour's decking, this is what our garden looked like in 2002 when we started working on it. 








Hawthorn helped us terrace the top bit and put in steps down the centre. B put up a fence to make me feel more secure working down there. There is an 8ft drop down over the edge to what we call the moat.  Together we cleared enough rubbish to fill just less than 200 black bags, 144 of which we found in the garden. (It is very windy higher up at road level and bags had been left by the refuse collector and blown down there).  It was filled with dead shrubs smothered by the wild honeysuckle that grew there, dead pot plants, 7 very dead Christmas trees, many still in their stands, nappies, toys and of course beer bottles and cans. Lovely!  

Our son and daughter-in-law gave me flag stones for my birthday that year so we laid paths. B dug out blocks of clay so we could make beds filled with compost and grit to improve the soil.  He also laid a sprinkler watering system as part of the garden is very dry under Leylandii trees.  Our grandsons, now they are older, help with odd jobs down there during their school holidays. Hawthorn has given us many shade plants from her garden to help fill it.   So it has been a family effort. But worth it. 


 Just a reminder of how my secret garden looks now.