Come on, boys, get a grip!
Monday 30 September 2013
Sunday 29 September 2013
The hills are a joy to walk, especially so in kind autumn weather.
A favourite circular walk from our village is up through the fields to the moorland
and then back along one of the old droving roads, known as 'green roads'
But at the start of the week the weather was cold so we went to Hawes and looked around the Dales Museum. They had recreated a kitchen that reminded me of my grandmother's. She had a range just like this one and cooked the most wonderful Yorkshire puddings in the coal heated oven! So many items in the room brought back memories.
My jam pan is just the same.
It was interesting to read about the customs of the area, many of them still continuing to this day. Redmire feast day was being held during our stay and I intended going to see if they still played the game of 'wallops'. But when their Saint's day came it was such lovely weather that we chose to go walking in the hills instead.
After the museum we looked about the town and were given a very warm welcome from this fire in an antique shop.
But nothing was cooking!
Saturday 14 September 2013
The minute my back is turned the courgettes turn themselves into thumping big marrows.
I've been dealing with plums all week, making jam and filling containers of cooked fruit for the freezer. I love Victoria plums and can't resist eating far too many of them as I cut out the stones.
The swiss chard looks beautiful in the garden glistening in the rain. It has cropped fantastically well.
It's just a pity that Himself has decided that he doesn't like the taste, "too earthy." I've got rows of the stuff!
The squash have been harvested and put in the greenhouse for the skins to toughen.
The 'red cherry' tomatoes are still cropping. Their flavour is far superior to the other varieties that I've grown this year, I shall definitely grow them again next year.
'Roma' had a bit of blossom end rot
and 'Shirley' was tasteless.
But there's plenty of basil to brighten things up a bit.
And I'm nurturing a few cuttings brought home from our holiday.
There are still flowers to pick in the garden
for Jane's flowers in the house.
Friday 13 September 2013
We caught a tourist boat in Cannigione
After lunch we set sail for Spargi, landing by the beautiful beach of Cala Corsara. The Italian tourists went into the water no deeper than their waists and stood in groups to chat. The water was crystal clear, the bay was empty of swimmers and not too wide - I would swim across it.
I was half way across the bay when a voice behind me called out, "Signora - Medusa!" A small boy in snorkelling gear, some way behind me, was waving and pointing into the water.
I thought for a moment, visualised Medusa's head with her writhing snake hair, did a straightforward translation into 'jellyfish' and headed for the shore!
White flowers were growing where the sandy beach merged into the dunes.
The rocks were beautiful and the plants growing in the crevices made the landscape resemble a Japanese garden.
We clambered up to explore the look-out
and found the remains of an old gun emplacement.
The sea looked wonderful, and no signs of jellyfish!
Then it was a short sail to the main island and a mooch about the city of La Maddalena, where it seemed that almost every other shop was selling ice-cream. (So, what's a girl to do but eat one. And so many flavours, so hard to choose, better make it a double!)
Lovely flowers hung from the balconies.
Our last stop was offshore in deep, clear water, for those who wanted to dive in and swim around the boat.
Then it was back to Cannigione.
The end of a perfect outing.
Apart from the medusa!