We did something we haven’t done before last weekend – we went on a mini-break as a family. As we were warned by others who’ve trod the path before us, these aren’t like the mini-breaks of old with lazy breakfasts, sight seeing all day and a bottle of local wine each night. This was a trip punctuated by playground stops, sandcastles Continue reading
My dad, AKA Grandy, (who was undoubtedly the hit of the holiday for Scrip) wrote a few words after our recent stay in Cornwall. They made me cry (in a good way). Thank you Grandy and you are always welcome to come and see us in the Big Smoke, chickens allowing.
Just for the record now they have all gone back: IT IS ALWAYS A PLEASURE TO SEE MY FAMILY.
In the far west one gets used to isolation; that and age have combined to produce post-visit exhaustion syndrome. My mind doesn’t recognise my body’s insistence that I’m a 70 plus OAP. For that I’m glad, otherwise I would not have been catching Scrip time after time to stop her falling into the pond as she Continue reading
Although we arrived after 3pm when most of the homemade cakes were gone, leaving just crumbs and tantalising descriptions (like dark chocolate and Guinness), we still had a lovely time at Trevoole Farm at Praze-An-Beeble, just outside Camborne.
A couple of people had mentioned Trevoole to me, saying what a magical Continue reading
Definitely the first time I’ve enjoyed mulled wine in July surrounded by decorations, presents and crackers; I was lucky enough to have a preview of The White Company’s Christmas range recently.
Some beautifully decorated rooms dressed almost entirely with White Company products (I didn’t know they even did sofas – very Continue reading
Every now and again I go to events which give me real food for thought and also practical advice. Last week’s was a ‘Blog to Business’ sponsored by Vonage – the business phone company which gives one man bands or small businesses a dedicated business line over the internet, via their home phone. Vonage offers plenty of clever and helpful tools (more
We promised Scrip a sandpit after the gardeners moved out and the mess and the dust sheets were all gone (although to be honest, she seemed pretty excited by all of that, not to mention the frequent tea rounds). Towards the end of the work she started asking when they’d be finished building her sandpit, which we gently tried to Continue reading