Glass from the past

Carlisle, Cumbria

When I married, I had the white rose of York as the main flower in my bouquet. I was born in the city and my family has lived there for generations. The rose is part of the coat of arms of a number of aristocratic families. Here it appears in a window dedicated to the Richard, Duke of York.

No ordinary glass

Carlisle, Cumbria

Flowers and a place to dream

Durham, County Durham


Stokesley, N. Yorkshire

Hexham, Northumberland

Draught excluder philosophy

Sedgefield, Cleveland

Window shopping for kids

In Sedgefield, former constituency of Tony Blair.

25,000 visitors

Visitor number 25,000 to this blog is from Dexter, Michegan. I would love to know who you are. Thanks for stopping by.

Britain in Bloomers

It's that time of year again. Every town in England is trying to outdo the other with their spectacular blooms/ers. Sedgefield and Stokesley compete here.

Return of the native

I am back, like a migrating bird, only in reverse; meaning I have flown north for the summer and landed in the S. Hemisphere, just in time for spring.

In other words, I'm confused.

Over the next few days, for your delight and delectation, some of the UK photos, with stories.

To start off with - the potatoes. This year my 80 year old father harvested 128 pounds of them, which is a heck of a lot of mash.



Then there's the onions. Firstly dried, hung from the garden wall like outrageous earrings, then from the ceiling of the garage like bulbous chandeliers.



Dad in carrot discussions at the allotment with my friend Hilary



In my mum's words "We don't have much money, but we do see life"!

Odd stuff

A report in a local newspaper this morning had me choking on my coffee. The Cat's Protection League in the UK had recently done a survey with its patrons, asking what kind of things their cats had brought home. The three funniest were: a complete string of Christmas tree lights, a pair of Playboy Bunny ears, and a Yorkshire Pudding.

The latter shows that the cat had taste!