Sunday, 21 August 2016

An Afternoon on Rhosneigr Beach, Anglesey.

Back toward the end of May Victoria suggested a day out to Anglesey.  In particular Rhosneigr.  The boys and their dad all have bodyboards and Rhosneigr had been recommended as having the waves needed to use them.  Nicholas was particularly keen for this trip.  For his birthday in April he got a surf board and wanted to use it.

None of us had ever been to Rhosneigr before so it was all new.  We didn't know the best way to the beach so we parked up and followed a likely looking path to the beach.  We soon found out it wasn't the best path. This path took us up and over those sand dunes you can see.  

When we got closer they loomed big, wide and hilly... but manageable... and fun... kind of. Happily the view the other side of them made the trek worthwhile.  Plus it was a sunny, blue sky day.  Perfect for a day on the beach.

Nicholas with one of the body boards while he waits for his surfboard to be ready.

Gary got it sorted.

And then they were off!

And doing what they came for.  All three of the boys doing their thing.

Behind a laughing Gary, Nicholas is to the left of him and George to the right.  

George tried the surf board too.

It's a shame George is missing from this pic but just over there in the background on the right is William sitting reading the paper with all the picnic stuff around  him.

As with all good things, they come to an end and all too soon it was time to pack up and make our way back to the car.  Thankfully by an easier route than we had taken on the way in. William, above, was loaded up to the gills while Nicholas carried just his crocs.  To be fair to Nicholas he had tried to help by carrying one of the fold up chairs but it kept falling out of its bag and was more trouble than it was worth to have him carry the thing, so grandad got to carry that too.

William took a well earned breather while the van was packed up.

We had had a lovely afternoon.  There had been fun in the water, a picnic on a beautiful beach, sunshine and fresh sea air. Not bad for a day in May in Great Britain.

Until next time,

Saturday, 13 August 2016

Who's a Good Boy?

Sadly, England isn’t known for its good weather and this summer our weather has been very mixed.  Mixed as in some good and some not very good at all.  So when the sun does shine the only place to be is outdoors.

Fortunately for us we have some beautiful countryside on our doorstep and mingled in there is a rich history of canals.  A walk along one of them was what we fancied this afternoon.

This stretch is part of the Rochdale Canal and runs from Sowerby Bridge in Yorkshire through into Manchester.  And that's a distance of 33 miles.  I thought it would've been more than that but that's what an information board along the way told me and I believe it.  Construction was completed in 1804.

See the fisherman up there tucked away in the shelter of one of the many old stone bridges?  He was as happy as Larry even though he hadn’t caught a thing all afternoon. This we know because William, having been an angler himself in the past, always has a little chat with the fishermen he comes across. 

The pretty view looking through one of those bridges.

It was a relaxing stopping and starting kind of a walk.  It was for Harley we did most of the stopping.  It didn’t matter. We were in no rush.

There’s plenty to see on a walk like this.  These pretty cottages have been renovated in the recent past and were still being extended and improved today.  A lovely little place to call home don’t you think?

Fluffy white clouds and blue sky reflected in the still-as-a-mill-pond water.

Along any canal you’ll find a mill or two.  This one, Fothergill Engineering, sports a very fetching clock tower.  Bit unusual that I think.

We had wandered quite a way so at this point we turned back towards home.

Dozens of grazing Canada Geese filled this field.

Harley is staying with us this week and next while Caroline and her crew are on holiday in Cornwall.  He was wandering ahead of me sniffing away at things as dogs do when I called him back to me.  I asked him to sit while I took his picture and he did!  I was delighted.  He did it more than once too.  Who’s a good boy? Harley is, that’s who!

Until next time,

Thursday, 12 November 2015

Deer at Dunham Massey Hall

Just a few quick photos from a sunny, summer’s day back in June when William and I, together with John and Lesley had a ride out to Dunham Massey for a visit to the National Trust property of Dunham Massey Hall. We had visited this property several years ago but couldn’t really remember much about it, so being the proud owners of a NT Membership, decided the time was right for another visit.

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The hall in red brick and perfect in its symmetry is very pleasing to the eye.  To my eye anyway!


That’s William up there on the left and John and Lesley standing under the archway. 


And in front of the archway is this moat.  Very pretty entrance for sure. 


During WWI Dunham Massey became a military hospital, The Stamford Military Hospital, and to commemorate the centenary of the outbreak of the Great War the National Trust undertook to recreate the hospital as it was in those dark days.  As part of the project actors staged little playlets re-enacting daily life in the hospital. 


On entering the Hall visitors were told not to approach the actors but instead were asked to treat them like ghosts who could not see us. It all made for a more interesting and atmospheric recreation of those sad times.  Very well done I thought.


Deer roam freely at Dunham Massey. 


I knew this fact but I didn’t realise just how close up and personal they came to the public!


All very relaxed too and not one bit bothered by the strolling, staring public.


Talking about relaxed.  We all four were totally relaxed on such a lovely day and enjoyed a picnic in glorious sunshine.



Wednesday, 7 October 2015

The One Where George Climbs a Wall

It seems a good while ago now but back in June George came up to Bay View with his Grandad and me for the weekend. 


When at Bay View one of the things we all like to do is walk down to Archer’s Cafe for breakfast (I know I must’ve said this a time or two in previous posts but it’s so true - we love going down to Archer’s for breakfast.  There I’ve said it again!) and to do this was definitely on George’s wishlist.  Archer’s Cafe is up there in the distance at the tip of that wooded headland, not too far.


The walk takes about 30 minutes or so and takes in plenty of pretty scenery.


   Look at this handsome boy, twelve years old now and very nearly as tall as I am!


A beautiful day meant breakfast was taken al fresco.  Always the best way in my book.


This is the view in front of the cafe, it looks over to the glorious landscape of The Lake District in the distance.


Sunday we drove round to Arnside where George saw this wall...


.. and immediately decided to climb it!


Just like that.


No hesitation and hey presto, there he was at the top!


Once he’d started this caper he couldn’t stop and promptly scaled the wall again.  About this time I told him to quit while he was winning.  There was no way I wanted to take him home to his mother with a leg in plaster! 


As day turned into evening we all strolled down to the campsite bar/restaurant where George played a game or two of pool with Grandad.  I have never, ever been any good at this kind of game so I sat and watched and sipped a drink while the boys played.  And in this fashion the we happily whiled the night away.


The weekend had been a fun one and was over before we knew it but not before I snapped this smashing pic of my biggest Little Treasure.  #timepleasestoppassingbysoquickly

Until next time,


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.