Proud to be a Northumbrian..

Should I or shouldn't I ? starting a blog seemed to be a difficult decison. As a people person its difficult not to want to yak to the world, But as some one who guards their privacy, Do I really want eveyone to know my thoughts ? Typical Gemini Up-Down, Yes-No, Each day for the stereotypical Gemini is invariably filled with decision making shall I shan't I? oh god our heads buzz with it. One thing I have no battle with is the place where I live. Northumberland, I have lived here all of my life and whilst many of my friends have spread their wings and flown to pastures new I have had no such desire. Encircled by family and long standing friends, Surrounded by the beautiful Northumbrian countryside I feel lucky... I want to clear one thing up straight away, anyone reading this from any where that is not classed as up North!! We in Northumberland are not Geordies, and whilst I have the utmost respect for my fellow Northerners, Northumberland has its own traditions, crafts and way of life.

Rolling Hills of Northumberland

Rolling Hills of Northumberland
Pity about the Electricity cable

Errington Reay Pottery

Errington Reay Pottery
The Village pottery, The last pottery in Enland licensed to salt glaze pots.
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Our Lovely Brown Hens Have Arrived
The Ladies are now settling in nicely, having arrived at their new home on Friday 13th June 08 ( not a good date to do anything with any risk involved) but so far so good. This is the third time we have had hens but this time is different. Before we have always had lots of other animals yep done the whole pet thing to extreme rabbits, guinea pigs, ferrets, horses, cats,dogs we have had the lot but after all these years we found ourselves petless.They were barred in their lovely new house for three days, they managed to survive the constant raising of their roof, and people clucking at them like new born babies. My brother brought us back to reality with a once you've seen one brown hen (enough said). A couple of nights of chasing them around the paddock and teaching them to walk the plank, then hey presto third night they put themselves to bed. Result, trained hens already. Nope not that easy now we have to chase them out of the garden and keep them out of the property next door.

The Corrie Girls

The Corrie Girls
Our charming brown hens.

The Little Hen Coup

The Little Hen Coup
They love their little pad...

Tuesday 8 July 2008

Bring it on we can take it..........

The weekend weather was dreadful it was more like January than July, it was especially annoying because there were two local events held, however being a true Northumbrian, I was not going to be put off by a few showers (actually it was just one long shower)so I turned out for both events with my mate Dolly. Saturdays event was the little local show. The rain pelted down and it was blooming cold. Dolly decided to go and visit the local palmist who also happens to be the lady that writes a very good column in our weekly rag,we found there was a new slant to the bottle draw,after parting with your dosh you were guided to a large board which had strings hanging from it. Your prize was concealed under a a very large blanket. You pulled the string and on the end of it would be a bottle of some description. I being greedy decided that the longest string would somehow have a big bottle of already chilled white wine hanging on the end of it. Alas a very battered looking bottle of foreign beer rose up from beneath the material, Dolly got a bottle of water and a bottle of soft rinse. We bought some tombola tickets and headed for the Tea Room, this was fabulous, a proper country tea, packed with enough home made goodies to feed a battalion of soldiers. I have to say the rain didn't dampen the enthusiasm of those that did turn up. It was great to have a chin wag, with friends and neighbours and of course discuss the Brits favourite topic yep the good old British Weather.

Sunday was a little brighter for the Carnival in the little market town of Haltwhistle (also know as the centre of Britain) the floats were fantastic, there was a Viking Ship belching out smoke, Little Bow Peep, Egyptian Mummies they were all fantastic, Mad daugher was on the Disney float. The float was excellent with many of the disney characters like cute little Minnie Mouse and Dashing Cruella Da Vil. What was mad daughter? well as usual nothing easy she had chosen to be the blue genie , but as always there was a hitch. A fabulous genie she was, however to turn blue my spirited off spring had to cover herself in face paint, and yes you have guessed it, it started raining, soon she was a blue speckled genie and quite sticky with it. The real problem started when she disembarked from her float, there was a distinct blue patch on every person she came in contact with, eventually she had to be wrapped from head to toe in a blanket and bundled into a car before she was served names and addresses for cleaning bills. So a little word to anyone up there chucking water down on us mere mortals BRING IT ON, we ain't giving up that easy.

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