3 weeks ago
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Tuesday, 1 September 2009
A home to go ...
I just wanted to remind you about these two as I some hoe deleted the post.
The first the four bedroom cottage with excellent views over the welsh countryside. This is what I call my childhood home, where I sat at the window ledge of my shared bedroom with the window wide open looking out onto the hills and fields, occasionally seeing my friends coming up to meet me. This was before I grew to old toshare and got my own room all to myself with the privacy of the mountain behind me, where I tried to get my kitten to climb the plank from my room to the mountainside so I didn’t have to share her (it didn’t work).
In this house we learnt about frogs, newts, ducklings, adders every spring as they needed rescuing from our small sun trap of a backyard. We ate in the big kitchen with plenty of morning light, and cozied up by one of the two open fires (mum kept changing her mind and one fire was always blocked up only to be discovered the next winter while boarding up the other).
I then remember the other house where our parents now live, only a 100yds down the hill from are cottage, where we had to carry our belongings by wheelbarrow and hand from one to the other when we moved. Even the Piano. Here my sister and I took over the three attic rooms once the servants rooms with a landing big enough we used it as our living room (until the demon rabbit took over). Each room had a different use and we swapped them around until they suited our use, and if inside wasn’t enough, there’s the apple trees pear and plum and the biggest gooseberry bush I’ve ever seen, there’s rhubarb too.
So if you have forgotten or not seen them before here are the two I call home.
A Cottage and a Large house
The first the four bedroom cottage with excellent views over the welsh countryside. This is what I call my childhood home, where I sat at the window ledge of my shared bedroom with the window wide open looking out onto the hills and fields, occasionally seeing my friends coming up to meet me. This was before I grew to old toshare and got my own room all to myself with the privacy of the mountain behind me, where I tried to get my kitten to climb the plank from my room to the mountainside so I didn’t have to share her (it didn’t work).
In this house we learnt about frogs, newts, ducklings, adders every spring as they needed rescuing from our small sun trap of a backyard. We ate in the big kitchen with plenty of morning light, and cozied up by one of the two open fires (mum kept changing her mind and one fire was always blocked up only to be discovered the next winter while boarding up the other).
I then remember the other house where our parents now live, only a 100yds down the hill from are cottage, where we had to carry our belongings by wheelbarrow and hand from one to the other when we moved. Even the Piano. Here my sister and I took over the three attic rooms once the servants rooms with a landing big enough we used it as our living room (until the demon rabbit took over). Each room had a different use and we swapped them around until they suited our use, and if inside wasn’t enough, there’s the apple trees pear and plum and the biggest gooseberry bush I’ve ever seen, there’s rhubarb too.
So if you have forgotten or not seen them before here are the two I call home.
A Cottage and a Large house
Friday, 7 August 2009
Saturday, 1 August 2009
Eggy eggy
We seem to have a problem, we hope it might sort it's self out, it's soft shelled eggs. It's a bit like some one was having a practiccal joke one morning leaving a water balloon type egg in the hen house, but no it's a real egg. So far I've discvoered that it can be quite common for chickens to lay a soft egg every now and then, but if it continues it means there's a problem, either not enough calcium (which they should be having and most the other eggs are ok) or a poorly chicken. What makes it harder is how to work out who's is who's egg.
So while we woke up early to sit and watch the chickens to find out who laid when and what egg, drinking tea, I decided to leave Jo and make some scotch pancakes for breakfast. Using my griddle pan which fits beautifully on the new oven and has two nice gas burners burning equally underneath. The first time I've cooked on it with out burning the food at some point. What a yummy breakfast and so far no signs of wobbly eggs.
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