The farm of a family

Wow! I was wrong in my last post...there were more technical challenges coming my way. So after hours on the phone to the telephone company and computer support I'm here. Fingers crossed, I'll be back again in a day or so.

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There are few places on this earth that I feel I truly belong to. This is one of them. 

Some of my earliest, and happiest, memories are at this place. I think is probably true of my sisters and brother too. And maybe my Mum and her brother and sister. And perhaps after this adventure it will be true of my children, well, maybe one of them.

My Uncle and Aunt are now the caretakers of this piece of earth with such a history and gentle beauty.

We are lucky enough to be able to enjoy it in our time there.

This knight was once the landlord here. We went and visited him at a nearby church (and some of us were very taken with sword he will wear by his side forever).

And on this trip we have been able to watch how the seasons change the beauty.

What the future holds for this place I don't know but for now we are just happy to be there.

There and back again

Hello! 
I'm still here. From one side of the earth to the other, packing, hotels, airports and planes, short term rentals, moving back into our house and unpacking ( a little), packing again to head off for Christmas I haven't had access to this space. But finally, I do. I hope that this should remain so now. So, if you feel like dropping by I'll be around again. Oh, and I went and got a-whole-nother year older (and wiser, of course) in that time too!


I will be posting a few belated posts. These will be the final few from our time in the UK. Then things will be a little more up-to-date. 


So back to Winter.....
                                                                                                                                                             


A morning run


I ran this morning with all my senses switched on. Soaking in them. I ran not for speed but completely for the journey.

Reaching out my hand to catch a leaf tumbling from the oak.

The only sound, other that my footfalls, is the wings of the birds as they take flight and I watch their dark shapes disappear into the fog. 

The rabbits hop off; their ears and tails quickly hiding in the hedges. A pheasant blusters away only a short distance off the ground from the side of the road.

The water drops falling from the trees in a jazz like rhythm.

And I came home to this: Warm and in love.

 These last few days blessed us with some more treats such as visits from Jack Frost.

The grass was deliciously crunchy underfoot.

And those leaves made crisp cracking sounds in our hands.

How fortunate we are to see these wonders, to explore in them and touch those small magical crystals that seem like part of a wonderland to children.

Wonder full: something for the senses

Something to hear, something to see, something to smell, something to taste, something to touch, or something to know....

Something to be thankful for.

Sunday morn

Things we're loving

Ooops! Presssed publish before it's time....


More coming!


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Revisiting places (like Sissinghurst) to see how they've changed and being impressed by the nearly 90kg!!! pumpkin.

The low Autumn sunshine and the beds of leaves.

Watching the leaves fall in showers on a morning run. It makes one feel quite Royal to have that sort of greeting as you make your way along.

The family of squirrels we see darting to and from the big tree as we get close to the stream.

The incredible tones and shapes of the toadstools in the garden and learning a little about them. (And then removing them so little hands don't find them when we're not looking)

This dinning room, it's view and the flowers our children picked that found their way in there.

Being able to watch and capture my children on their little journey with out them being aware of my presence.

This sweet girl's idea to build a nest ready for a bird that needs it.

And this boy's love of 'loop pants' so that he can carry his sword when ever he NEEDS to.

These symbols of a northern hemisphere winter, that usually seem so removed from our seasons, that are right outside our door.

And generous serves of warm rice pudding.

What are you loving?