Normally we get a flood of calves born in January... so far for 2019 we had little Pumba born on New Year's day, then a big long gap of nothing... until now! It's now mid February and we've had two more little ones born. First of all Hermione plopped out a long legged, big eared … Continue reading More P babies!
In my village this week, another house stands empty. A lovely, limestone, small 2 bedroom cottage, perfect as a first time buyers home. Except it will never fall into the hands of someone like me. My village in the Derbyshire Dales, as well as all the surrounding villages I know, are filled with empty houses. … Continue reading Why the housing market is an absolute joke
I talked on my last post about feeling fed up and frustrated. Perhaps this is just the January blues, but it feels more than that. Warning: This is a rather mopey, self indulgent post as a method of catharsis. If you're after a Northerner moaning about tourists and writing book reviews, choose a different post. … Continue reading Feeling Unfulfilled
Happy Monday! Another week has rolled by and while most get the Monday blues, I quite enjoy it. After forcing myself to rest on Sunday by means of vintage cider and classic Bond movies, I feel ready to crack on with work, planning things and completing chores. I always do my weekly food shop on … Continue reading Another weekend of snow and ice
While North America is suffering from the terror of an unbelievably cold Winter, us Brits with our fetish for the weather are in the grips of a much milder - yet just as terrifying for us weaklings - bout of snow. Yesterday it was -8C here in the Derbyshire Dales. This is practically apocalyptic for … Continue reading Three day Snow Day
In the Derbyshire Dales we've finally had a covering of snow! We had a single snow shower back in October 2018, but otherwise nothing since the endless Winter that the Beast from the East delivered from October 2017 to April 2018. Yes you heard that right, snow in April!! In England!! We have around 40 … Continue reading Hens don’t like snow!
Ok so this may sound a rather crackpot theory, but bear with. I've come to a point in my life where I have my staple shoes. I have farm wellies, dog walking wellies, nude heels, leather boots, suede ankle boots, farmer ankle boots and Vans trainers. I also have a pair of Crocs flip flops, Mountain … Continue reading Is mental age defined by taste in shoes?