The weather forecast for our area continues to promise temperatures above the average for autumn with the chance of an odd shower, and the skies are still emptying their bladders on our roof for hours at a time. It’s been raining on and off all day, and is still raining hard now. Appropriate, then, thatContinue reading “Didn’t It Rain”
Tag Archives: Writing
Scriptly Gets Inventive
We have been asked by the organisers of the Scriptly Challenge not to share details of the challenge on any blogs we write – to leave the exact wording of the brief vague. So I haven’t been giving the brief word for word, but it’s hard not to share the main detail. We’ve been askedContinue reading “Scriptly Gets Inventive”
I’ve got how long, again?
Such a lovely day, and we spoilt it all by setting off our bonfire. We did make sure the wind was north-westerly, which means that the smoke went off in a south-easterly direction – next nearest neighbour to the south east is about a mile away, and the smoke is light, pale and dispersed longContinue reading “I’ve got how long, again?”
Take me to the beach
The weather is still forecast to turn colder soon, and I’m giving up hope for a late summer. It’s been annoying, hearing the national newscasters giving us advice on how to stay cool in this heatwave, week after week, while we huddle down in fleeces and hope it’ll stop raining before the house floats away.Continue reading “Take me to the beach”
He loves us… he loves us not.
Up early to take Max for his annual MOT and booster jabs. There’s been talk of animal vaccination supplies – especially cat vaccinations – suffering a shortfall. Priority is being given to first-time vaccinations, so some adult cats are having their boosters cancelled. I think Max would have preferred that. Instead he got taken intoContinue reading “He loves us… he loves us not.”
Letting Go
My father had several jobs during his life – dairyman’s assistant, window-cleaner (stop laughing) and accounts clerk for the King George docks – but he was briefly a professional photographer. He worked in the docks during the day, took photos and wrote articles for the docks’ magazine PolaNews and took photos for weddings on Saturdays.Continue reading “Letting Go”
With a Little Help…
As I write this, the wood in the photo above is sitting in the 2020 bay of our new woodshed. We got started on stacking the wood this weekend, with a little help from our friends, and finished stacking all of our cut wood this afternoon. It’s surprising, seeing how much wood we’ve cut overContinue reading “With a Little Help…”
Ready for winter
After all the designing and re-designing and searching for the materials and cussing and working… we have a woodshed. Anyone who thinks it’s too large needs to think that we have to have a roof over it, and a roof high enough off the floor that we don’t have to crouch when we go insideContinue reading “Ready for winter”
Not quite Chicklit
I almost didn’t finish the story for the Globe Soup competition, but I don’t like being defeated by a writing challenge. The request was for a story with the theme “Knowledge is Power”, word limit 2,000 words, and I was put into the group asked to write in the genre Chicklit. I hate the term,Continue reading “Not quite Chicklit”
Jelly Roll Julia
Last year, I managed to get 1.5 kilogrammes of fruit from our John Downie crabapple tree, and made one jar of crabapple jelly from it. It looked like molten rubies and tasted sharp and sweet together. I said then that I would make sure of gathering the fruit from that tree earlier next year, ofContinue reading “Jelly Roll Julia”
Julia Chalkley 