Thursday, 31 March 2011
Again I had my own room and a bathroom next door. There was me and a chap in on the Monday night, then I had the hostel to myself for the next two nights. The volunteer wardens were there, but they had their own quarters at the other end of the building. It was like living in my own mansion. Fabulous, the heating was on, radio in the dining room, books to read, tele with me in control of the remote, everything I needed in the kitchen, just perfect.
I'll get the pictures sorted, but I have to warn you, there are lots of churches. Catch you tomorrow.
Sunday, 27 March 2011
There was some signs of movement inside this tent this morning. It was down the bank in the woods, at the place where I fished out all the rubbish the other day. Goodness knows how they managed to sleep last night, drunk probably. I wonder if they pitched it at the top of the bank and it slid down to the bottom during the night, ha ha, that would be funny.
I potted up some more seeds this afternoon, Henry was mooching around the garden. I think he must have disturbed my resident frog, as it suddenly appeared. Looks a bit fat I wonder if it's pregnant. I always have a few frogs, strange though because I don't have a pond. Perhaps they come out at night and take a dip in the frying pan/bird bath on the lawn.
Saturday, 26 March 2011
Bet you've never seen a lorry driver like that, ha ha.
Own dyed black hair, with a hairpiece. Pink satin mini dress. Black eyeliner. Pity my toothy grin let me down, ha ha.
Own dyed black hair with half wig, wide headband to disguise the join. Black satin long sleeved blouse. Brown imitation suede mini skirt with matching waistcoat laced up the front.
Friday, 25 March 2011
The flowers are cut out of tea shirts, sewn together inside out leaving an opening in one of the petals, then turned the right way and finished off with very small hand stitches. Red beads for the centres.
I put two rows of stitching along the top edge to make the handles more secure.
Thursday, 24 March 2011
There is a horrible pong at the bottom of my garden. Last year I cut back some nettles and put them in a big bucket and let the rain fill it with water. I read somewhere that this makes a good fertiliser, I've been chucking some on the beds, it really is a foul smell, yuk. My own compost heap is cooking away nicely, helped along by my widdle. I don't have one of those plastic thingys, it's just a pile in the corner behind the garage. Makes it easy to keep turning it over.
I had a phone call from Severn Trent Water today. Apparently Anglian Water should have informed them when I had a water meter fitted in 2007, they didn't. So I have been paying twice for my sewerage water to be removed. There is a little windfall coming my way. I should have spotted this mistake before, tut tut, write one hundred lines, I must be more vigilant. Never mind, the money is coming back to me.
I must say though that getting a water meter was a good move. Even with the veg watering in the summer, it is still a very cheap commodity in this part of the country. I know I should get a water butt fitted, but I save a lot of water by only bathing once every two weeks, and using the water for other jobs. That reminds me, Monday is bath day and I will be at the hostel, so that's a saving. I only do a load of washing when my clothes are dirty and I have a full load, I wash pots in a bowl in the sink, and only flush solids down the loo. Every little helps said the old woman as she peed in the sea. My mum's favourite saying, it always makes me smile.
Must dash, I've got a bag to finish and some maps to print out. Bye the way, if anyone is around the Bourne area, that's near Stamford in Lincolnshire, next week, give me a shout and we can meet up. I'm aiming to walk 15 miles a day mind, so bring your boots :o))
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
So I went to the churchyard with me wheelbarra and loaded it up with compost. Basically it's rotting leaves and grass cuttings, with some tree clippings and hoss muck. I didn't touch the pile last year because it was too fresh, but now one year later it is humming. I didn't like the look of the soil, too many stones in it, and a bit like lumps of clay, so I had the compost instead. Lots of luverly worms to relocate.
I trundled up and down the street four times, and spread it on two raised beds, then dug it in. I need to go and get some more tomorrow. I had some three years ago when I first built the beds, now they need topping up. Not bad for free :o)
After I finished washing the pots this afternoon, I thought of another use for the dirty water. Instead of putting it down the sink, why not use it once more for a really filthy job, washing the cat litter box. Look at the state of it, looks like kitty was rather loose while I was away and didn't aim very well.
So, out on the back yard, remove the soiled litter and transfer the cleanish litter to another container. Then have a good swish round with an old washing up brush that I keep outside just for this purpose. Chuck the filthy water straight into the outside drain.
I went to see if the pile rubbish and dog poo was still on the path where I left it. I'm pleased to say someone has been tidying up, and it is all gone apart from the broken TV set. I'm pleased I haven't got to pick it up.
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
I have made a start on the seed sowing, but I need to get some more hoss muck and compost for the raised beds. I spotted a pile of soil in the churchyard where they have dug a couple of graves, wonder if they will let me have some of that. Must ask Graham the gardener.
I've been slacking a bit on the litter picking so I had a session this morning. I took two bags out with me and went into the woods at the back of the church. There is a path that goes along the backs of the houses, and a snicket, or ginnel, or whatever you like to call it, which goes from the road with all the posh houses, down to the woods. It's a polular dog walking route. I could see that there was quite a lot of rubbish been thrown from the path, down the bank into the woods, so I scrambled down there and filled my bags.
I was disgusted to see a wrecked TV set, a big piece of yellow plastic from a childs toy, loads of bottles and cans, and masses of bags of dog poo. Some people really are the pits. I was so mad about it that I picked it all up and hauled the rubbish back up the bank and left it in a big pile on the foot path so everyone could see it. I will leave it there for a few days, hoping it will make a few people feel a bit guilty, but I won't hold my breath.
I was hoping to get a free health check today. It was advertised in the free paper, they were having the sessions in the library, so I turned up at 2pm. Sorry, I was told, 'we have had that many people come along that we can't take any more, some have been waiting for an hour and a half '. They did it last Thursday but I wasn't here, and they will be doing it again next Tuesday, and I won't be here because I am going away again. Boohoo :o( I can't have a free health check.
Yesterdays bag is up for sale in the Arts Centre, and they have sold another cat food pouch bag. I have started on another, I can't churn them out quick enough.
I was hoping to get a map for my trip next week, but the library didn't have the one I wanted, neither did WH Smiths or Millets, so it's looks like I will have to print it off the internet. Another job to do.
I was on the phone this morning to Severn Trent Water, and Anglian Water, we have two suppliers here for the water and sewerage. My enquiry was because I think I have been paying to much to Severn Trent, they should have reduced my payments when I had a water meter fitted by Anglian, and they didn't. With a bit of luck they will owe me some money. Keeping my fingers crossed.
Monday, 21 March 2011
I have several curtain samples, but they are all different, and not enough fabric in one piece to make a bag, so I picked out two contrasting colours. It has a cream coloured lining, with three layers on each side making it a thick and sturdy bag.
I shall be taking it to the Arts Centre tomorrow.
Sunday, 20 March 2011
This is the view from the terrace, a little bit misty today but you can just about make out the lake in the distance.
Saturday, 19 March 2011
As I can see the hilltops on this sunny morning I think I will make my way over to Kentmere. Out of the hostel and turn left up the road towards Troutbeck. Here I am approaching Townend, lovely isn't it, oh the joys of being alive. Just imagine, ambling along with not a care in the world, the day is my own, let's have a nosey around and see what I can find.
There is a National Trust house here, also named Townend, with links to Beatrix Potter, but I must have had a lapse of concentration in my relaxed state, and I missed it. Not to worry, I might have been too early for the opening times, and I don't pay to go inside these places.
However, it was free to look at the outside of this interesting building. It looks a bit like a house and livestock shed all in one. There's a ramp leading up to barn doors, possibly for herding the sheep into the upper part of the building, with rooms down below and at each end. A man told me it was built in 1666.
Anyone fancy this old tractor for a restoration project?