Wednesday, 29 July 2015

A Dip in the Irish Sea

I have been very sloppy over the last few months and just haven’t felt like editing photos and blogging but I seem to be coming out of the doldrums and the need to save our memories for posterity has come over me again and today I’m posting lots (I couldn’t decide which to include and which to leave out so I went with lots) of photos from a day at the seaside earlier this month.   My elder daughter Victoria reached one of those big milestone birthdays and as a birthday treat she and her husband Gary took off for a weekend in Windermere minus the boys.  The boys stayed at our house and on the Saturday Caroline and I took all three boys for a day by the sea.  Happily the weather couldn’t have been better.  It was picnic, ice-cream and good old bucket and spade weather all the way.



Picnic consumed the boys couldn’t wait to play at the splash park on Cleveleys front.   


The mandatory ice-cream.


Next up was the skate park.  Nicholas watched and studied how George went over the top of this steep drop..


.. but he couldn’t quite let himself go over the edge.  He is only eight though.  He’ll do it next time.


Charlie got in on the act too.DSC_5828b

By this time the tide had receded and the boys were able to go down onto the sand.


I think it’s safe to say buckets and spades will never go out of fashion. 


Digging holes until they fill with water just has to be done.


George came up with a game to play on the sand involving circles with scores inside and stones.


Simple but fun and played with serious determination by all to be the winner too!


Then it was back to digging.


And before the day was over a paddle in the Irish Sea.

A fun day.  A day like many before it and hopefully like many more to come.


Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Beer, East Devon 2015

Some years ago when the girls were aged 8 and 12 we took a family holiday down to Devon.  All those years ago, not knowing the area very well, we rented a lovely house in a little village called Colyton.  It was a couple of miles inland but ideally situated for exploring the east Devon coast.  We visited several seaside towns but Beer was the one that stole our hearts.


Especially when we discovered this caravan park perched high atop Beer Head with its magnificent views of the sea and coastline.  This image is taken from Seaton beach.


The next year we rented a caravan up there on the cliff top and the rest is history.  Beer Head Caravan Park soon became the place where we holidayed year in and year out.  We holidayed other places too but Beer was where we always came back to, and still do.  We love the place.  The arrow points to Beer beach tucked away between the cliffs.

And so, on 23rd May after a gap of a couple or few years William and I set off on the 250 mile trip to take a week’s holiday in Beer.  To say we were looking forward to it is an understatement.


This time we stayed at Bay View Guest House, a beautiful B&B with lots to recommend it and having stayed there before we knew just how good it was.  One of its main attributes being its proximity to the seafront.  This was the view from our room.  We loved it!



The above two pics are of the guest’s lounge.  Pretty don’t you think?


As soon as we’d checked in and unpacked we made straight for the beach and a coffee…


… from one of the timeless beach cafes.


That first evening we had much yearned for fish ‘n’ chips for tea from Beer Chippy.  Beer Chippy sells the best fish and chips I have ever tasted.  We always eat them outdoors, never in the chippy restaurant, sitting on a bench close to the beach.


I love those white chalk cliffs, the squawking gulls, the crunch of pebbles underfoot and the sea gently crashing on those pebbles.  Oh, and let’s not forget the cream teas from the beach cafe, I love them too!


East Devon Council like most other councils up and down the country are plonking down “outdoor gyms” here there and everywhere.  I personally think they’re a waste of tax payers money but we the tax payers don’t get consulted on these matters do we?   Anyway, William gave this one in Beer a try one night and nearly did himself some damage!  Safe to say, he only tried it the one time.


It was so good to be back on Beer beach, it’s one of those places that really floats our boat!


And after a lazy day on the beach it can be a good idea to stop off at The Anchor Inn and enjoy a glass of cold ale in their beer garden.  So we did that a few times.  Or, if the sun has gone in a hot cup of coffee goes down just as well. 


Either way with this view it’s a pleasure.


Of an evening we took to strolling around Beer village (yes sir, we know how to live it up!) Our route would invariably take us up this lane, one of the many hilly lanes around dotted with quaint cottages and pretty gardens.


Then we would need to take a breather before setting off down to The Anchor beer garden for perhaps another thirst quenching glass of something black and cold.


Looks relaxed doesn’t he?  That’s what a week in Beer beside the sea will do for the soul. 

Of course we ventured out of Beer and visited other favourite spots and I intend to come back with that post very soon.



Wednesday, 13 May 2015

Vilonia, Arkansas – The Final Post of Our USA 2014 Trip.

Time just gets away from me.  It happens frequently.  It must be when I’m not looking because it is now over 12 months since our visit to my sister’s home in Vilonia, Arkansas and here I am only now writing the final instalment with the tag USA 2014.  We had such a great time.  We made lots of memories, covered a lot of miles taking in several states and I took a whole lot of photographs and so without further ado here are the last few!


One late afternoon in the middle of our holiday we got to see Maureen’s eldest grandson, Luke, run at a track meet at the school the boys all attend in Vilonia.  It was an important meet leading up to state championships (I think) and Luke, in tiptop condition, performed excellently and won his heats without a problem.


As always William was in need of sustenance, went in search of food and came back with a bowl of nachos.


As the evening wore on the sun dropped down over the yardarm and the temperature dropped too.  The natives were used to this though and blankets had been brought.  They were certainly needed!


One fine sunny day William and I took a walk around Maureen’s immediate neighbourhood.  The area was colonised way back by Jerry’s family.  I love these old clapboard houses.  The one in the photos above belonged to Jerry’s aunt.


And this one is Jerry’s childhood home and where his parents lived until they had a new house built, just a cock stride away at the end of their vegetable garden, maybe 10 or more years ago.


Same house.  Maureen’s home can be seen in the distance at the left hand side.  Posting both pics because I couldn’t decide which one I liked best.


I took this picture on a visit in 1986.  This was Jerry’s granny and grandad’s house and was demolished quite sometime ago after they had both passed away.  There they are sitting on the porch.  Seven year old Caroline is standing between them.  That’s William standing and my nephew Damian is reclining on the porch swing.  I absolutely love this photo and had it in a frame for a good while.  It speaks to me of times long ago in the American south, roasting hot days, balmy evenings, fireflies, the sound of crickets and sitting out on the porch after supper whiling away the hours until bedtime.  (Does it show that I’ve read a lot of books set in the American south? Including Fannie Flagg’s Elmwood Springs trilogy and Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe.  Loved that one).  Anyway I would’ve loved to have experienced times like that, probably in the fifties, when life was slower.  Granny, by the way, is the sweet lady who made the Dutch Doll quilt I wrote about  in this post.


Another view here looking through the trees to the highway.  At one time this view was obscured by trees and hedging but a tornado hit Vilonia three years ago and those trees were ripped out of the earth.


Evidence of that tornado was still to be found around the neighbourhood and further afield too.


Luke, Maureen’s eldest grandson, had talked about his eno.  We had no idea what an eno was.  We soon found out though.  Luke went and got his eno, climbed a tree out in the yard,without aid of a ladder or much of anything else I might add, strung it between two trees and..


   .. demonstrated what using an eno was all about. 

On our last night Maureen cooked a special meal and her two grown up kids, their spouses and five grandsons all came to eat with us.  During the day and evening the weather had turned stormy.  Now, I love stormy weather.  Thunder and lightning really float my boat.  However, if I lived in Vilonia I might not love it quite so much.  That night the power went out a couple of times but that only added to the fun of the night.  We all sat around chatting, laughing and playing I Spy and the Yes/No game in the dark.  All the while the thunder roared and the lightning flashed.  Stories were told of the tornado, still fresh in the minds of those telling the tales, that had hit three years ago.  Fortunately on that, our last night, no harm or damage was done to people or property.  Tragically a week later it was a different story.  Violent storms and destructive tornadoes swept through several states, Arkansas being one of them.  Lives were lost.  Homes, schools, businesses and more were reduced to rubble. 


My sister’s lovely, happy home of 35 years was a casualty and had to be demolished.  It was a heartbreaking time for many but now 12 months and a lot of hard work later Maureen and Jerry have a brand spanking new home and come October I will post a photograph of it.  Our tickets are booked and in October we shall be jetting off for another jolly holiday in the good ole U S of A!



On previous visits over the years at the very last minute before we get in the car for the ride to the airport and our homeward journey I have always had a picture taken with my sister (that’s me on the left) and here’s the last one.  One of these days I’ll dig out all the others and share them here.  It’ll be a bit scary to see how we’ve changed, but heck, we’re still here and that’s all that matters!


And finally one last photo.  This is Walker, their family dog, a great big softy.  He chooses to curl up and rest on this garden chair!  I suppose he must be comfy but he certainly doesn’t look it!  Bless him.

Until next time,