Wednesday 25 December 2013

Happy Christmas

The decorations are up, 
today the sun has shone,
Baby Jesus is tucked up in his manger.
We've opened our presents,
and eaten  (too much!) tasty food.
Now we are going to slump in front of the telly.
What's not to like about Christmas!
Wishing you all a very happy time.

Saturday 21 December 2013

Out and about

We are just back home after a bit of galavanting, first to find some warmth and sunshine, in the hopes of improving my neck and back after the car crash. We chose a hotel from the internet, wanting one fronting a good beach for swimming.
The start of the week was perfect and we soaked up as much sun as we could. The beach was beautiful
but nobody had told us that it was for nudists where the only clothing of choice was a sun hat!
On the last last couple of days clouds came in and the wind blew (we were on the 'windy island') so we set off in the hire car to explore.
Narrow roads and an inhospitable terrain. And the wind really made itself felt!
Our destination was  Betancuria, the former capital of the island.
We found it to be a very pretty, sleepy, small village, nestled in a hollow of the hills. After the arid landscape of our journey it seemed an oasis.

The restaurant had a beautiful courtyard garden

and some tasty-looking hams hanging to cure over the bar!

There were pretty corners to discover,
and display boards that featured statements from residents of the community.

It wasn't especially warm and I was back to being fully clothed!
But it was a good holiday.
 (Hello to Peter and Linda if you're reading this!)
We came home for an overnight stop to change our bags before heading to Yorkshire and my schoolfriend's birthday party. We've been friends for well over half a century!
Now the galavanting is over and we are at home getting ready for the festivities to come.
I wish you all 

Tuesday 3 December 2013


End of August and the bonfire smoke
climbs up the apple tree,
obscures the leaves and fruit
and double-masks the cloud-veiled, rounded moon.

Into the silence a dull apple thud,
and screech owl, calling, far away.
Twigs crackle
while the witch leans on her stick and smiles into the dusk.
The moon, amazed,
stares at the sudden bonfire blaze
as cloud and smoke are gone.

Sunday 1 December 2013


We've had a huge mountain of debris awaiting a bonfire for months but such unsuitable weather for even thinking of putting a match to the pile. But, after a spell of cold, dry days, we got to work and a day and a night later we were down to this small amount of smoky rubbish.
A successful bonfire, oh, joy! (A day later and it's still burning.)