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Sunday, 11 November 2018

Remembrance Sunday

"Maybe silence is the language of remembrance ...
what matters is so much more than can be said."

Canon June Steventon
St Oswald's Church, Winwick

Thursday, 8 November 2018

Peak District Yarns visit

You might not guess from these pictures but it was actually quite a bright morning on Saturday when I left Winwick to drive over to Tideswell in the Peak District to visit Peak District Yarns!  As the road snaked higher and higher, so the cloud got lower and lower and by the time I stopped to take a quite photo of these sheep (there's always got to be a photo of sheep!), it was looking quite dull.

White sheep standing by a dry stone wall in a Derbyshire field

Not so dull that you couldn't see fields as far as the horizon, though.  It's a lovely drive and Tideswell isn't as far off the beaten track as you might expect as you pass sheep, cows, farms and more sheep, leaving the towns and suburbs miles behind.

Saturday, 3 November 2018

Winter beginnings

Wednesday night was Hallowe'en or Samhain (pronounced Sah-win) if you're more of the Celtic persuasion, a night when belief has it that the boundary between our world and the next can be more easily crossed, and according to Celtic tradition, a time that is half way between the Autumn and Winter solstices which marks an end to harvest and the beginning of Winter.  

For small daughter, this means pumpkins, dressing up and collecting her own bodyweight in sweeties.  I'm not so keen on the modern traditions that go with Hallowe'en although I really enjoyed Hallowe'en as a child.  I can remember bobbing for apples and running round the garden trying to scare my brother which seemed like great fun at the time, but trick or treating was always something that we read about children in America doing and didn't happen in our little village in England.  Small daughter isn't impressed with the idea of getting soaking wet to try to catch floating apples, so instead she goes out with her friends for what has become a fun evening in Winwick eating more sugar in one night than I would generally approve of.  I don't mind too much - she only goes to the houses of people who are expecting her, isn't out too late and thoroughly enjoys herself, but I'm not overly enthusiastic about it all.

To make up for being grumpy (or boo humbug, if you like!) about the whole thing, I bought her the biggest pumpkin that I could find at the farm shop and she had a wonderful time carving it out.  (That's something else that's changed - I had to make do with a swede and it wasn't nearly as easy to carve! 😀)