It’s a rainy day in August and I’m home with reliable wifi, unlike July’s photo scavenger hunt when I somehow managed to publish the draft with montage only. I’ve added the words since but it was annoying at the time! Thank you Hawthorn (http://livelovecraftme.blogspot.co.uk/) for hosting this fun monthly photo challenge.
1. Relaxed. It’s quite possible that crochet is the only thing that makes me feel relaxed. It’s the most unexpected of hobbies that came about as the natural progression from knitting which I was having trouble with due to rubbish wrists. I took up knitting after browsing the haberdashery department in John Lewis one day looking for creative inspiration. The range of denim yarns they had at the time with chunky needles was too tempting to resist. Later a cricket mum showed me how to do a crochet granny square whilst we were sitting on the boundary and it’s been crochet ever since.
2. Something beginning with M. Well, there is a significant M in my life, I’m married to him. We don’t take a lot of selfies but I do occasionally take his photo. I have to tell him to stop pointing at the scenery first. Weird habit. So, M for mushrooms. They are mostly fungi really. We discovered a guide to fungi lurking on the caravan book shelves and it’s been fun identifying all the different types that grow in this patch of woodland where we have kept the caravan all summer.
3. Time for… Apple and blackberry crumble. Ironically this year, although we have an abundance of both vital ingredients in our back garden we actually collected these from around the caravan site and bought the apples from M&S. Scandalous! Home is an hour and a half away and we forgot to bring the apples with us. The smell of it baking in our little oven must have wafted out of the windows and all round the site, it certainly provoked a few comments.
4. Tangerine. Yarn. Well, what else? I do love tangerines to eat but I don’t like it as a colour in the home. M on the other hand is drawn to all citrus flavours, smells and colours. He’d have an orange car if I didn’t threaten never to get in it! So when we went into El Gato Negro, the yarn store in central Madrid, he naturally pointed out the orange or tangerine coloured yarns available. Um, no, I’m not planning on crocheting any play fruit at the moment.
5. Something beginning with O. OK I’m flat out cheating on this one, because it’s an opportunity to share my fascination with ChurrO’s. They weren’t new to us for our recent holiday but they were fairly new to us last October when we visited Barcelona. We were fortunate enough to be able to roll out of bed, get dressed and tumble into a bakery/coffee bar a few yards from our apartment. J did this with absolute style ending with a double portion of churro’s and a coffee cup full of melted chocolate. All week I watched him tuck into this for breakfast thinking he was bonkers and despite loving all things chocolate I just couldn’t do it for breakfast. Neither could some of the other nationalities that frequented that cafe for coffee and croissants. In Madrid, however, everyone has them, young, old, rows of outdoor tables with chocolate, chocolate, chocolate and churro’s.
6. Whiskery. This makes me think of cats more than dogs, or old men with beards. I wasn’t a cat person at all when the kids persuaded me to adopt a cat but Mollie was an absolute character and definitely won my heart. Now and then, with cats, you find a big old whisker that’s fallen out and I’ve always wondered if they ever grow a new one back?
7. Lace. Mum swears I was only about two or so when I expressed my opinions about all things lacey, pink or girly. I’ve hated lace all my life. I think that’s why I was miserable in all the photos of my Uncle’s wedding because I had to wear a lace trimmed bonnet and a dress (Shudder). Well it was the seventies. I don’t usually go for crochet with holes in much because it does remind me of lace but this piece became a crochet top and about as lacey as it gets round here!
8. Bridge. I’m always drawn to lovely old bridges, especially the stone type with little features that tell you how old it might be. There have been so many significant bridges in my life I could write for hours and not cover them and that’s something I’ve only just realised today. I wish I had a photo of the kids when they were small and we took them to the real Pooh Bridge in Sussex and played Pooh Sticks. Harvey was a young dog back then and we also had our big black Labrador cross, Jake. We had to hold them back of course otherwise they’d have been straight in the water and retrieving the sticks before they’d travelled under the bridge! I’ve been over several famous bridges in America, I’ve been over the Humber Bridge more times than I care to remember, I’ve been under every bridge on the River Medway and as far along the Thames as Abingdon where the river becomes to shallow for big boats. I’ve stood on the famous Rialto Bridge in Venice. I’m sure there are hundreds more. What a thought provoking category! The photo was taken in Matlock, Derbyshire.
9. Letters. I used to be a great letter writer, it’s how I kept in touch with my grandparents before the age of iPads and FaceTime. Now I rarely write a letter unless it’s a sick note for J for school. He rarely has days off due to illness but this year was an exception when he managed to get a really nasty pneumococcal chest infection that went on for months. Thankfully he’s fully recovered and back to his slightly annoying sixteen year old self. So, letters carved into this big old tree at the hidden lake where my parents live. I walked my dogs there twenty odd years ago so I know that some of these letters have been there that long!
10. Own choice. Riley guarding his patch, or maybe just wondering whether the little Eriba Puck owners across the way have a dog he can play with! They didn’t and we wouldn’t have let him play anyway, we are mean like that. We take them for long walks and swims instead, and try and wear them out. I’ve chosen this photo because on our last visit to the caravan over the bank holiday M and I both agreed that pitching the caravan for twelve weeks in one place was one of the best decisions we’ve made this year. It’s been a great bolt hole to allow us some relaxation time and space from the teenage stuff. The dogs have enjoyed all the new places to explore too. The site is changing owners unfortunately but the deal will remain the same so we will probably do the same next year. In the meantime, where shall we tow it next? There’s still time for autumnal camping.