A visit to Kirton in Lindsey

What could be better, a sunny start to the day so let's go out. I quickly stuffed a few things in my little backpack and took the scenic route to Kirton in Lindsey. It's a small town just off the A15 between Scunthorpe and Lincoln. I used to spend a lot of time here at my then boyfriends place. I haven't been here for ages. First stop was to call in for a natter. Was nice to catch up with him. 

Then I went for a bimble, St Andrews Church is beautiful. Big trees are in the way, it's difficult to get a picture of the whole building. I remember we went to a midnight mass one Christmas Eve here. 

Ooooh look what I have spied. Now there's a real vintage truck. I had a job driving one of these, it was an eight wheel tipper. The gear box was hellish. It sounded like a bag of spanners when I was behind the wheel. Crunch and grind. This one doesn't have any mirrors which makes me chuckle. I managed to knock both mirrors off on the iron stanchions when I was shunting underneath a hopper trying to level the load of gravel out.  

There is a plaque on the end of this sculpture which explains what it is. I can't remember what it said. The flower beds are very well kept. 

The Town Hall. 

Mount Pleasant Windmill was not open. Shame, I would have bought some home made bread here. It is probably closed for the winter now. 

A couple of hundred yards along the road is a footpath, going down the edge of a field towards the Railway Station. I turned round and looked back and saw this picture of the Mill. I was able to zoom in. Shame about the telephone wires going across the picture. 

I have a lot of good memories of Kirton. It was nice to revisit it. 

Then it was time to go home. I could see that it was going to be a great sunset. I didn't quite make it to my favourite spot at the church for a photograph, but stopped the car and snapped this one between two trees. 

Another week gone. Have a good weekend everyone. Thanks for popping in.We'll catch up soon.

Toodle pip.   ilona

Start the day with a treat

A change of breakfast this morning. It's always a bit of a hit and miss affair when opening an avocado. Will it be edible or will it have gone past it's best and be black and mushy. I don't buy them very often because of the uncertainty. I took some back to Aldi once because they were inedible. The assistant was not best pleased. She said I had left it too long before I opened them. This one is fine. 

I love sesame seed oil and drizzle it on some meals. I don't use it for cooking. I have just bought a new bottle, and find that it has gone up by 20p since the previous one. It's a treat and I use it sparingly. I like the nutty flavour. 

A slice of toasted seeded bread, topped with avocado and a drizzle of oil. A nice change for breakfast. 

 Looking like a sunny day ahead. I think I may have to go out. Where are the maps. 

Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip.   ilona

Trying a new drink. Coffee chat

Here is a little video I whipped up yesterday. It refers to a post I did recently on a drink that might be a solution to freeing up blocked sinuses and reducing excess mucus. 

Toodle pip.   ilona

Herd immunity ;o)

I had a smashing walk this afternoon in my local area, 7.5 miles. I was lucky that the deer in the park were close enough to the fence to get some good shots. I quietly crept towards them and poked the lens through the wire fence. Once they have spotted you they start moving away. 

There is a herd of small Bambi type deer. 

Plenty of ducks about.

They all came running when someone turned up with some food. These tame ducks happily move about among the visitors, and take food from the hand. 

Potato harvesting was well underway. The seagulls were loving it. 

Two machines on the job on this massive field. 

I need to keep up the walking to reach the target of 833 at the end of the month. I should get there. Thanks for popping in. We'll catch up soon. Toodle pip.   ilona

Baggy pants

Some of my long term readers will remember that one of my money saving tips is that I don't wear ladies knickers, I wear boys pants. This is because they are better made and last a lot longer, thus not needing replacing as often. 

Last night on my village walk I felt something strange was going on around my bottom area. A quick firkle down the inside of my joggy bottoms confirmed that my pants were slowly giving in to gravity and sliding down to the top of my legs. I had to pull them back up three times during the walk. 

I think these grey pants have just about reached the end of their useful life, don't you. The elastic is stretched to the maximum and has no more stretch left in it. I think it's time to relegate the pants to the cleaning cupboard under the sink. 

I've had them for many years, they used to belong to someone else. My friends emigrated and I was given a lot of their stuff. John's pants have lasted a long time, I've had a lot of use out of them. 

The blue pants are what I wear now, you can see the difference in sizes. I buy them in a pack of five from a well known supermarket. 

They are sold as teenage boys pants, and fit me perfectly. 

The waist size of the grey ones is now 36 inches, far too loose fitting for me. If I wore a skirt they would fall down. They have to go.  

No matter. I have a drawer full of boys pants. Plenty to keep me going for the rest of my life. That's if I don't shrink or lose weight. Now for breakfast. Thanks for popping in. We'll catch up soon. 

Toodle pip.   ilona