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I missed Yarndale... so to cheer me up....

Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy - Dancing Groot:

Today was Yarndale

I should have been there.
I should have been looking around Skipton. Drinking a coffee at Coopers Cafe and visiting the Studio.
I should have been giggling with my girl and eating a Chinese before settling down to Strictly and X factor.
Instead I spent the morning in a walk in. Seeing a triage nurse who marked us both (princess and me) as non emergency cases.
Seeing a nurse practitioner who gave me the immortal advice of rest and keep drinking and gave S cream (sore bits and a UTI)And I spent the afternoon asleep through the end of Order of the Phoenix and the start of Half Blood Prince.Bad timing? You betcha. Post plenty of pictures for me please Yarndalers. I can't even get to my computer, it's in use by a brave but itching princess.

Yarndale Shout Out; Pass it On!


If you are a blogger and going to Yarndale on the Saturday this year, why not come to the main entrance at 1pm and meet even more bloggers. I know Plain Jane will be there and Hookin a Yarn; anybody else around for a chinwag? If you're not going yourself but you know someone else who is, please pass on this message. There are lots of bloggers going, it would be brilliant to get as many as possible together in one place! 

Winter is coming....

I'm reading; I have set myself a challenge. To read as many of the Game of Thrones series as I can be bothered to get through. I'm not sure how many there are, or how long (I'm a Kindle reader; I can't tell if it's a novella or a doorstop, just that I'm 25% through and so far that's OK) so that sounds like a challenge to follow on a dark, dark night!

So, Winter is Coming and I'm away with the Starks and the Lannisters and  wondering how far I will go...

And Winter is Coming anyway. It's so definitely Autumn now, with the breezes rustling steadily yellowing leaves and red berries shaking as birds try to pull them off. I like Autumn. No, scrap that, I LOVE Autumn. The nights are drawing in, the season of serious festivals is upon us, the TV gets substantially better and better (Downton? Strictly? GBBO? And a box set of Breaking Bad to work through? I need never leave my couch again) and I can settle down to some serious crafting as I work my way thro…

Warning; this post contains cute and cuddly animals.

The Rabbit Farm at Llanystumdwy (and how I wish I'd cut and pasted that name!) is one of our favourite places to visit in Wales. It is the happy result of having a daughter who likes cute and cuddly. 
 Fortunately the farm has lots of animals, and 50p bags of feed to entice them nearby. I loved the alpacas, especially this happy looking one! They'd obviously just had a decent haircut and all I could think was "who gets the fleece?"
 The farm has the cutest collection of puppies. This little one was in a basket of month old puppies who couldn't be handled,
but the older puppies are ready to hold and really used to being handled by any and all.
although by this age you can see the puppy is really more of a toddler than a baby, ready to go and explore (and chew) everything he can!

Of course, it's a rabbit farm so there is a whole little barn full of rabbits and guinea pigs. Ideal spot for a rabbit loving little girl so we held a couple of rabbits each; the Prin…

Whistler's best mate's house.

There are two painters called Whistler, you know. James Whistler painted nocturnes

and symphonies in grey and white and also, famously, his mother

although he called her an arrangement in grey and black. I think she might have burned his tea that night.
The other Whistler was Rex, although his real name was Reginald. He died in the second World War but only after he had managed to have a torrid affair with a Marquess and decorated her house. I'd read about the house and been there once years ago but this year decided to revisit.

The house is Plas Newydd, a National Trust property which is set out to look as if there were a weekend party of the 30's in place. It just looked like something out of Agatha Christie, on the website at least. I don't know what it looks like inside. It's closed on a Thursday. Ho hum.

But it is a beautiful place even so. The gardens are Italianate, which means a lot of terraces and steps here there and everywhere. And everybody knows that steps…

This may be my favourite holiday home ever.

It belongs to a relative, who lends it to us almost every year. I think we miss the odd year when we are too busy or the place is booked out by her children and other relatives. It's in Nefyn, a small village on the Llyn penninsula.

 This is the view from the upstairs living room. The far mountain is called Eiffl.

 The whole holiday screamed out for excessive use of the panorama feature on my camera. The large upstairs window just shows sea and scenery whatever time of day you look.

 And sunsets that lit up the sky. This was golden, but in different weather you get grey, red or deep purple. A ripple blanket in the making; I think I found next years project; my sunset stripe blanket. I'm putting it into print now so officially I have had the concept and made it public! Purple, lilac, orange, blue, dusky blue, grey, yellow and ... oh, well, whatever colours I like. To start in January when the golden blaze of a summer sunset will cheer me up.

 The rabbits live in the garden and …

I never told you about my holidays...

I never picniced at Thor's Stone
I never took my children to find a geocache
I never even got to sit out that much.

Where did the summer holidays go? Hey, I want them back!!

DP started 6th form today and it was a revelation as to how hopelessly organised he is. *hangs head in shame* He doesn't handle change and challenge well, so the next few days will be a matter of gently pushing him to get organised, find out who is in his group and grow up, just a little. JW just strolled into Year 9 while the Princess goes back tomorrow. But I still want to be free.

I had a lovely holiday this year, I will post about it tomorrow. We had such a relaxing time, I need to record it for posterity, since this blog acts as a kind of diary for me.