Saturday, 14 January 2017

Floods

Well it didn’t happen. After all the warnings and evacuations, there were no significant floods in this area thanks to a change in the wind direction. Further up the coast in Whitby and Hornsea, they weren’t so lucky, but even so, it wasn’t the disaster they had been preparing for.

My daughter’s house was in a danger zone and they moved valuable items upstairs and packed bags, ready to come here if necessary. We were a whisker outside the potential flooding zone.

Were they right to evacuate some areas? Yes, they were. Better to put up with a little inconvenience than to suffer the way people did in 1953. On that night, my mum said it was like a tidal wave coming down the street. People lost their homes, their possessions and their lives.

I wrote a post five years ago about the 1953 floods, "The Eyes Say It All", with photos from the time. We should never be complacent about what could happen when a storm surge coincides with a spring tide and a strong wind from a certain direction. I would rather be evacuated from my home unnecessarily than risk going through what my mum and so many like her went through all those years ago.

We didn't get much snow either, much to the disappointment of the children who were all hoping for school closures and snowmen!

Dusty still has the remaining scrap from his Christmas toy sheep. It has now been joined by the remains of a cow, a monkey and a donkey which he was given on his third birthday last week!




We were sitting round the table drawing and Dusty decided he wanted my youngest grandson’s toy dragon to add to his collection! I didn’t get a single photo of him trying to steal it without his arm being a blur!




Wednesday, 28 December 2016

A Dusty Christmas!

I hope you all had a good Christmas whatever your beliefs and however you celebrated.

Dusty was so excited on Christmas morning. When he heard, “He’s been and he’s eaten his mince pie!” he ran through to the front room, slipped over onto his side and skidded on the floor, then leapt up and carried on. Talk about a heart in the mouth moment!

He found his present straight away.



And got on with unwrapping it.



There is no such thing as an indestructible toy as far as Dusty is concerned – he even wrecks those very expensive ones, so we’d got him a cheap sheep toy from B&M. It kept him quiet for the whole time we were opening presents.



He made a bit of a mess.



Then he realised there was paper and plastic everywhere and left the remains of his sheep.



This is his “No one has noticed” face!



All that is left of the sheep is its face and one ear – and the two ropes that were its legs.

He had his own Christmas dinner on a proper plate – not leftovers – and he really enjoyed it!



A bit early, but Happy New Year!



Monday, 19 December 2016

Season's Greetings!

I wish all the lovely visitors to my blog a very happy and peaceful festive season however you are spending it.

With much love and thanks for your kind comments and for taking the time to read my assorted waffles.




Not my front room by the way (I wish), but part of the Grotto at World’s End.





Monday, 5 December 2016

Is it safe to come out?

I’m glad November has gone. It is my least favourite month of the year for a number of reasons. I dread its arrival every year and breathe a sigh of relief when it’s over.

The Norovirus reared its ugly head and felled us like trees. Only one adult (out of eight in the immediate family) escaped unscathed – and it wasn’t me. It seems that bleaching everything in sight and taking every precaution you can just doesn’t help sometimes.

As well as the stomach virus, there are sore throats and chickenpox doing the rounds at school. I’ve still got one home poorly.

And goodness knows what’s happened to Blogger! I have to rummage around now to find the blogs I’m following. Please tell me it’s not just me!

On the plus side I’ve been to visit Santa twice (with different grandchildren). The highlight was meeting the reindeer. They are so friendly and love being made a fuss of, but they have room to get away if they want to which I think is important. Visitors are only allowed to meet them one family at a time and are supervised. My eldest grandson who is 11 came in as an adult, but he still enjoyed meeting the reindeer.




We’re off to visit my youngest son and his family at the weekend and are hoping see Santa with my granddaughters.


Dusty says he doesn’t know what all the fuss is about.




Sunday, 30 October 2016

Webs

“Is that white sheen on the grass dew or frost?” I asked when we were walking on the field with Dusty this morning. We were surrounded by it. My phone can only take selfies as there is a fault with the camera, but I managed to get a photo. I should have known it was too warm for frost. And I should have realised that the dew was clinging to webs.



How many spiders must have spun those webs? And where were they all?

It’s amazing to think that every day we walk on the fields completely oblivious to all the webs beneath our feet. We trod a lot more carefully today, mindful of all the little creatures that had worked so hard to spin their webs.

I’m still reading the Last Kingdom series by Bernard Cornwell. I watched a question and answer session with him and was delighted to learn that book 10 is not to be the last and that not only is the second television series scheduled for next spring, but a further two series have been optioned.

One of the many interesting things that he said was that he never plans his books. If you want to watch the Q&A session with him and his editor, you can find it at the top of his Facebook page here.


Wednesday, 5 October 2016

Can't stop...

I can’t stop reading, that’s what. My eldest son has been on at me for years to read Bernard Cornwell’s books and I have read a couple of his stand alone novels, Azincourt and The Gallows Thief, both excellent books.

A while back I watched The Last Kingdom on TV (based on the first two books in The Last Kingdom series). I liked it a lot and decided to start reading the books. The 10th in the series, The Flame Bearer, is out today.

I have never done this before (usually I like to vary my reading as much as possible), but I have read the first three books one after another and I’m well into the fourth. Can’t put them down! I’ve also read the first of the Sharpe books and I’m likely to get hooked on those too.

It’s a wonderful feeling to discover you like an author and know you have plenty of reading ahead! I am absolutely in awe of Bernard Cornwell and thanks to him I am reading about twice as much as normal. 

You can find his website here and on the home page it features a video about the making of The Last Kingdom which is interesting to watch.


I have mentioned the Fantastic Fiction website before, but it’s worth mentioning again. Just search for the author you are interested in and it will come up with a list of all their books which can be very useful. The page often includes a piece about the author and sometimes books that the author recommends. You can find it here.




Wednesday, 21 September 2016

All Quiet

Well it is mostly quiet now, but it wasn’t very quiet when 7 year old granddaughter put her school shoes on and a huge spider leapt out of one and scurried across her foot.

I didn’t know she could scream like that. Apparently I screamed too, but I don’t remember it. All I remember is watching this huge thing bulldozing across the floor at speed before it shoved a couple of dining chairs out of its way and disappeared into the shadows.

I think it even looked over one of its shoulders and let out an evil laugh.

Dusty the Fearless heard the screams and ran into the garden barking at Moggy the Merciless before realising Harley was snoozing in the trampoline and Moggy the Merciless was nowhere to be seen.

He came back in all triumphant anyway and we had to tell him he was a good boy to rush to the rescue, even if no one out there needed rescuing.

Considering the spider had been in her shoe and had run over her foot, my granddaughter took it very well. I would have been a hysterical mess for hours if it had happened to me.

“I don’t want to talk about it ever again,” she said.

And she proceeded to talk about it all the way to school.

She says she’s not an arachnophobe, because she doesn’t mind small spiders, but that she is arachnophobish.