Sunday, 4 February 2018

Tintagel, Cornwall 2017

In early November last year on a beautiful blustery, sharp, not to mention cold, day Tintagel in Cornwall was a great place to be.  And that's where William and I along with Maureen and Jerry were lucky enough to find ourselves.  

We had all stayed in Wadebridge, Cornwall for a week the previous autumn and here we were again for another week.  Wanting to find different places to visit Tintagel was high on the recommended list of places to go.  This was the first visit for all of us and we loved the place.

The paths which lead to Tintagel Castle are down at the bottom of the village and taking the higher of the two paths Maureen, Jerry and I braved the elements to reach the cliff top and feast our eyes on Tintagel Castle and the coastline surrounding it.  William had stayed in the village, he didn't feel up to the climb that day.

Here we had reached the end of the path and were practically being blown away by the high winds.  You can see from the big smiles on our faces that the elements were not bothering us one little bit.

From our vantage point we looked down the many, steep wooden steps clinging to the rock side, to the bridge crossing the deep ravine...

and then on up the steps on the other side to the castle.  Actually it's the castle remains that are visible today but steeped in history the spot is mesmerising.  "Tintagel Castle is a medieval fortification built in the 13th century".  I quoted from Wikipedia there.

The coastline is nothing if not stunning.

And nothing if not rugged.

On the way back to the village now and a view of the lower path which we joined to take us back up to the village.

Tintagel village is interesting.  This is the Old Post Office, a building which dates back to the 14th century and since 1903 has been owned by the National Trust.  

There's a very good visitor centre up at the top end of the village too where we spent some time reading up on the history of the castle and the surrounding area.  A little something I now remember from the visitor centre was a little note in the visitor's comments book.  An American couple had signed the book, nothing out of the ordinary there but it made us smile when after the comment was a little note saying "Sorry world I didn't vote for him!" and her husband had written "I'm sorry too.  I didn't vote for him either". 

So, yes, we definitely enjoyed our visit to Tintagel and would certainly go again.

Sunday, 14 January 2018

Charlie Was Team Captain Today.

Nine year old Charlie is football mad.  He plays footy every day.. at lunchtime at school, trains one evening a week,  plays for a team on a Sunday morning and any other time in between he can fit it in.  

Today Charlie was team captain.  Luckily grandad and I went along to watch the match this morning.   Of course his mum, Caroline, was there too.  The weather was rather cold and rather dull this morning but happily the action on the field was anything but dull!

That's Charlie up there going over for a high five after one of his team mates had scored a goal. 

I'm no good at football commentary but I know it was an exciting match today and I managed to catch a few action shots from the sideline.

I caught a couple of goals going in too.  This is one of Charlie's goals in the making.  That ball is heading right for the back of the net!

This great goal too and they kept on coming!

More action with Charlie right in the middle of it.

Yep, there was lots of exciting stuff happening on the pitch today.  That's Charlie chasing the ball on the left hand side.

It was a great match for Charlie, not only was he Captain, but he scored two goals and the team won 6-1.  

Well done Charlie and well done Tigers!

Friday, 5 January 2018

Good Old Cleveleys

On a cold and blustery day back in October last year William and I along with the Goodalls, packed a picnic, grabbed enough coats, hats and scarves to keep us all nice and toasty warm, loaded everything into Gary's van and headed to good old Cleveleys for a day by the sea.

There is nothing like a picnic on the prom.  The bracing sea air, the seagulls, the sea view and family to share it with make it a wonderful way to spend an afternoon.

Nicholas found a perch on which to consume his picnic.  I have several other pictures from over the years of Nicholas on this perch.

William was freezing so Victoria and Gary stepped in to warm him up with a group hug.

A daughter and her dad moment.

A mum and her son moment.

A family moment.

The boys had their bikes with them and had fun on the sand riding in and out of the water. This was a first, riding on the sand, as far as I can remember.

A grandson and his grandad moment.

And another of Nicholas sitting on his grandad's knee.  When he sat up there Nicholas remembered...

.. this baby picture of him and grandad and wanted to recreate it.  It made me smile because it was completely his idea.

Taken almost ten years ago to the day.  What a difference a decade makes!

We had a lovely time together that day back in October.  I remember though that Gary didn't feel too good.  I'm sure the fresh air did him a power of good though.

Until next time,

Friday, 22 September 2017

Two Years Ago in Hebden Bridge Park

Looking back through all my photographs recently I came across this set of photos from a September 2015 afternoon spent in Hebden Bridge.

It was a beautiful warm and sunny day.

Hebden Bridge park is in a lovely location.

George and Nicholas look so little here compared to now, just two years later.

They are growing so fast. Too fast!

Like most places these days there's an outdoor gym in the park.  Gary decided to show off his athletic ability.  He launched himself into the air..

landed and 

launched himself again ...

and with great ease landed again.

Look at that!  We were all impressed.

George however had a more relaxed view on things.

Until next time,

Thursday, 31 August 2017

High Peak October 2016

Back in October last year when Maureen and Jerry were home on holiday William and I took them and Jean over to visit Andy and Sylvia.  

Andy and Sylvia live in the beautiful High Peak district of Derbyshire where they have a nice chunk or two of land and keep horses, chickens, ducks and dogs.

These are just a few of their chickens.  Sylvia keeps telling me though that they've gone on strike recently and are not laying as well as they should and if they don't sort themselves out they might well end up as the Sunday roast.  I think she was having me on.  Or was she??

We took a walk up the country lane to look at the horses, Ickenham and Jethro.  Both gorgeous animals.

Jean was in her element.  She loves horses and used to ride back in her heyday.  She was the only one of us who was interested in horses.  The horse loving genes must've been passed on somehow though as Caroline had riding lessons for a few years when she was at school and loved it.

The men having a chat.

Then a walk along one of the leafy country lanes which surround Sylvia's home.

Where Andy educated us all on matters of sheep rearing.

A rustic scene along the way.  I love this kind of thing.  In this fast paced hi-tech digital world it's good to see something olde worlde and solid, and a bit run-down perhaps, still exists.

We had had a refreshing gentle walk and at this point we had turned back toward Sylvia's home.

And the final image of the day.  Sylvia and Andy's "Well rotted horse manure.  Please help yourself" pile.  The people who live in this area don't always have to help themselves to this pile.  Andy has a quad bike complete with trailer and being the gentleman that he is he very kindly delivers the stuff to a couple of local allotments.  Now, that's what I call neighbourly.

Until next time,