It was dark at five o’clock tonight. The clocks have gone back, no more Bake Off and winter is on its way – bah humbug. Its time for an open fire of an evening, hot chocolate and marshmallows, and slow cooked stews – hooray!
We’ve had a lovely few days on the East Coast (yes, another e) with our friends Hattie and Archie. We went hunting for sea glass on Maske Beach and found two different types of fossils as well as sea glass but the most surprising find belonged to HWIOO. The tide washed up a bright yellow duck. He (the duck not HWIOO) has been duly disinfected, we have speculated whether there might be a distraught merbaby or whether the duck had set out to see the world. We suspect a duck race but the duck is anonymous so we can’t notify anybody of our find. The Littlest Madam has named him Redcar on account of the fact we’d been there that morning to collect two bin bags full of the finest merino felting wool.
HWIOO and Archie are wondering what we are going to do with it – the wool not the duck. The obvious answer is felting and I did suggest that it could be F on our alphabet of nice things but HWIOO was adamant that felting wasn’t going to feature since apparently we both have to enjoy the experience. Hattie and I have had a very nice time sorting it, bagging it and arranging it. We have plans – which are always dangerous. This post features my first effort at felting earlier in the year and I’d have to say I was very pleased with it. I have plans for robins and red squirrels very shortly…I’ve added them to my list of things to do. Sadly I didn’t feel I could note felting under urgent and important.
So exactly what might we do – perhaps a trip to the flicks to see a film; Flamborough and Framlingham seem a little far away at the moment or perhaps, and this is a definite possibility, we shall go to a fireworks display. There’s one in Bitt’s Park this weekend themed around Carlisle’s industrial heritage – there’s going to be a 35ft steam train as well as several thousand people which might rather ruin the photographic opportunities.
Come to think of it my mother-in-law has already covered the fire angle. She microwaved her ready meal for thirty minutes rather than three minutes last week. Shall we just say that she won’t use the microwave again on account of the fact that she’s decided that it’s dangerous. And trust me when I say that the list is already pretty lengthy.