Tuesday, 26 November 2013
A Blissful last Gardening day of summer - mid-November 2013.....
Last week, I gathered my gardening bag, a nice capacious game bag, in fact, and drove out with the dear SO to a village in Northamptonshire, to tidy up a friend's garden.
He was going to help remove an ancient fire place but had promised to mow the lawn, once he'd finished in the house, which was just as well, for the grass was about one foot high, thick and extremely soggy.
We drove through the most beautiful open countryside, up hill and down dale, our road winding through fields and hamlets, with birds swooping in the clear blue sky above. Totally blissful!
We enjoyed coffee and nibbles as soon as we arrived and then....put on boots, gloves and thick layers of various overcoats....for it was, very cold outside. In fact, the following morning, there was a light sprinkling on snow everywhere so, thank goodness, we were there the day before.
The well-established garden, full of large plants, trees, bushes, with clumps of oregano, lavender, rosemary and dill clustered near the garden door. I do so love the pruning of herbs for, with the very first cut, a mingled sweet aroma assails the air with the plants, sighing out their delicious scents. My first experience of this was now many years ago, in a small herb garden I'd created in West Sussex and a visiting friend offered to help with my pruning. Becoming a rather harassed gardener
with my young babies to care for, the lavender bushes had slowly grown very woody and unwieldy. They just cried out for a decent cut-back and my friend, gleefully picking up my spare secateurs, set to work on them. With the first cut, my plants released their scent, exhaling their agony into the autumn air. It was a delicious moment to be savoured, as I knew my plants would recover their glory by the following summer.
So our friend's garden was trimmed and tidied. Great armfuls of greenery and leaves were collected and tossed into their garden bin, which was soon completely filled.
We stopped for a lunch of bacon baps and coffee, lingering over our mugs, with me slowly warming up after a cold morning's work.
Then we tackled the wet lawn with the mower becoming completely clogged up with great bunches of soggy grass. I hurried to cut back overhanging branches and stems of wayward plants, their scents mixing with that of damp grass to produce a heady essence of garden smells. A low-hung sun shone palely on the fading garden greenness, while sparrows and one indignant robin, stood sentry duty on "their" garden, keeping watch on our progress. We must have disturbed quite a few snoozing insects into the air to feed the waiting birds.
And with the fading daylight, we hurriedly cleared away the mower and tools and went inside to enjoy a hot mug of tea before driving home. As we returned to the open fields and winding roads, the sun was gently setting and we were entertained to a sublime sunset, all peachy-gold-pink with deep violet-grey clouds, waiting for the sun's disappearance, to spread out over the entirety of the sky, as the night hour fell once more on the sleeping earth.
It was an utterly brilliant performance - I do so love sunsets, don't you?
And then we were home, time for a late shop and supper to cook before collapsing onto our sofa to catch a spot of television before the end of the day.
It had been a very good day - I do love to spend time in the garden - it's so therapeutic!!!
Daisy
Sunday, 24 November 2013
A Pruning day at Brogdale - Friday, 22nd November, 2013
Off to Faversham in Kent, for a day of winter pruning of apple trees, to learn about buds, both vegetative and fruiting, spurs and growth years.
It was a cold, windy wet day. After coffee, our tutor began his teachings and we all listened with the greatest of interest. Questions were expressly encouraged and soon a flood of them broke out and we all learnt from these sharings. Later on, photographs came out as well, and these were also instructive.
Soon there was enough break in the rain for all of us to hurry out to the orchard of the National Fruit Collection. This consists of rows of two trees of each named variety, neatly lined up in an orderly fashion, all mostly of a bush stature, with a tier of framework branches and more growth above. They are beautifully pruned to maintain shape, vigour and fruitfulness, giving the orchard a most pleasing and attractive quality. Fallen fruit gathered about the trunks, the bright green of the grass muddied and sticky by the rain and the grey skies lowering, if we had not been such a gathering. We soon hurried to the warmth of the classroom.
We scribbled furiously away, as our tutor spoke at great length on the knowledge stored, and so easily presented. A quiet, pleasing presentation which carried us forward to a communal lunch time, in Brogdale's Courtyard restaurant, crowded with lively visitors.
The rain continued to drizzle its way through the lunch hour but showed promise of abatement as the afternoon began. We prepared ourselves for the cold and soon we were out, beyond the National Fruit Collection, and inspecting another orchard of thickly-leaved trees which, the students of the previous week's course, had been unable to work on, for the mass of greenery.
Luckily, after our tutor's pruning demonstration, we were able to have a go ourselves, embarrassingly ruminating on past pruning endeavours, but trying hard now not to do as done before!!! Then our tutor wandered back down past "our" trees to inspect our handiwork and confirm our agitated selves - had we got it right??? And, yes, we could lop off a low-swung branch belonging to us, which would be absolutely the right thing to do. But what of our neighbours tree? Why hadn't they done the same with their similar branch, hey???
We quickly sauntered back to the warmth of our classroom and hot drinks and I got in a few quick questions about plum trees and we might have looked at Brogdale's cherry trees but the others were all ready gathered, and we couldn't delay.
The last thirty-minutes went by so quickly, with all of us putting our last queries and pet theories to the test; and then we were on our way out, either dashing for taxis to trains, or popping in to the nice few shops at Brogdale. I popped into Chic Unique to review their collection of painted and pine furniture and want-able small items. It's one of my favourite shopping places!
It was becoming quite dark by the time my little Mazda curled it's way from Brogdale and back on to the motorway for London. Traffic was heavy coming away from London, with a wide and steady blaze of headlights, lighting up the darkening sky.
I knew it would be necessary to stop for a break and food and I needed too, earlier than imagined, for my gaze was definitely stuck into a forwards position and, going slowly somehow seemed to make tiredness more of a problem. Once I was back up to full seventy mph speed, concentration was easier and more fluid.
I came off at Cobham and settled for my favourite travel-food, McDonalds griddled chicken and bacon salad, McDonalds gluten-free potato wedges, with dip, plus Latte, which was simply smashing.
Finally getting home about 9o'clock, I endeavoured to type up my notes but, my computer was having none of it, so I switched it off and watched TV for a while, before collapsing into bed with book club choice, Lady Chatterley's Lover, which I'm discussing on Monday, it being my own decision to read and review it!
Have you read it and did you enjoy the experience?
Happy reading,
Daisy
It was a cold, windy wet day. After coffee, our tutor began his teachings and we all listened with the greatest of interest. Questions were expressly encouraged and soon a flood of them broke out and we all learnt from these sharings. Later on, photographs came out as well, and these were also instructive.
Soon there was enough break in the rain for all of us to hurry out to the orchard of the National Fruit Collection. This consists of rows of two trees of each named variety, neatly lined up in an orderly fashion, all mostly of a bush stature, with a tier of framework branches and more growth above. They are beautifully pruned to maintain shape, vigour and fruitfulness, giving the orchard a most pleasing and attractive quality. Fallen fruit gathered about the trunks, the bright green of the grass muddied and sticky by the rain and the grey skies lowering, if we had not been such a gathering. We soon hurried to the warmth of the classroom.
We scribbled furiously away, as our tutor spoke at great length on the knowledge stored, and so easily presented. A quiet, pleasing presentation which carried us forward to a communal lunch time, in Brogdale's Courtyard restaurant, crowded with lively visitors.
The rain continued to drizzle its way through the lunch hour but showed promise of abatement as the afternoon began. We prepared ourselves for the cold and soon we were out, beyond the National Fruit Collection, and inspecting another orchard of thickly-leaved trees which, the students of the previous week's course, had been unable to work on, for the mass of greenery.
Luckily, after our tutor's pruning demonstration, we were able to have a go ourselves, embarrassingly ruminating on past pruning endeavours, but trying hard now not to do as done before!!! Then our tutor wandered back down past "our" trees to inspect our handiwork and confirm our agitated selves - had we got it right??? And, yes, we could lop off a low-swung branch belonging to us, which would be absolutely the right thing to do. But what of our neighbours tree? Why hadn't they done the same with their similar branch, hey???
We quickly sauntered back to the warmth of our classroom and hot drinks and I got in a few quick questions about plum trees and we might have looked at Brogdale's cherry trees but the others were all ready gathered, and we couldn't delay.
The last thirty-minutes went by so quickly, with all of us putting our last queries and pet theories to the test; and then we were on our way out, either dashing for taxis to trains, or popping in to the nice few shops at Brogdale. I popped into Chic Unique to review their collection of painted and pine furniture and want-able small items. It's one of my favourite shopping places!
It was becoming quite dark by the time my little Mazda curled it's way from Brogdale and back on to the motorway for London. Traffic was heavy coming away from London, with a wide and steady blaze of headlights, lighting up the darkening sky.
I knew it would be necessary to stop for a break and food and I needed too, earlier than imagined, for my gaze was definitely stuck into a forwards position and, going slowly somehow seemed to make tiredness more of a problem. Once I was back up to full seventy mph speed, concentration was easier and more fluid.
I came off at Cobham and settled for my favourite travel-food, McDonalds griddled chicken and bacon salad, McDonalds gluten-free potato wedges, with dip, plus Latte, which was simply smashing.
Finally getting home about 9o'clock, I endeavoured to type up my notes but, my computer was having none of it, so I switched it off and watched TV for a while, before collapsing into bed with book club choice, Lady Chatterley's Lover, which I'm discussing on Monday, it being my own decision to read and review it!
Have you read it and did you enjoy the experience?
Happy reading,
Daisy
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
Remembrance.....a grand and honourable thing, wot!
Come to think of it, I also remember, as so many other folk do, when Nelson Mandela was released from his prison in South Africa.
It was a Sunday afternoon, I'd been cooking all morning and I'd just popped upstairs to change out of my work clothes. We all knew the release was imminent, the house had been buzzing with excitement all morning, as my two young teenagers posed questions and thoughts about this legendary person.
We waited and waited and, suddenly, there he was, seen from a long-distance, calmly walking thru' tall gates - and he was released.
Yes, remembrance is both unhappy and happy and, thank goodness it is. Life goes on, we go on and, by doing so, we honour those remembered kith and kin, folks and peoples everywhere - and that's just grand.
Now, six weeks to Christmas, some of we peoples of the world will be remembering another event. In our own way, culture, tradition, belief....whatever is appropriate to each and every one of us, or not perhaps, if that is applicable to you, wherever you're reading me. This season of festivity and feasting is almost upon us - and once again, I'm amazed by it's sudden re-appearance in our midst.
I've hardly begun, yet I must, for it will inevitably happen for all of us, even me! There's simply no-where to hide and, I for one, am not even going to try.
Let the season roll on, the expectation increase and let's hope the snow doesn't happen too soon, too fast or too deeply for anyone, wherever they happen to be, when it does!!!
Daisy
It was a Sunday afternoon, I'd been cooking all morning and I'd just popped upstairs to change out of my work clothes. We all knew the release was imminent, the house had been buzzing with excitement all morning, as my two young teenagers posed questions and thoughts about this legendary person.
We waited and waited and, suddenly, there he was, seen from a long-distance, calmly walking thru' tall gates - and he was released.
Yes, remembrance is both unhappy and happy and, thank goodness it is. Life goes on, we go on and, by doing so, we honour those remembered kith and kin, folks and peoples everywhere - and that's just grand.
Now, six weeks to Christmas, some of we peoples of the world will be remembering another event. In our own way, culture, tradition, belief....whatever is appropriate to each and every one of us, or not perhaps, if that is applicable to you, wherever you're reading me. This season of festivity and feasting is almost upon us - and once again, I'm amazed by it's sudden re-appearance in our midst.
I've hardly begun, yet I must, for it will inevitably happen for all of us, even me! There's simply no-where to hide and, I for one, am not even going to try.
Let the season roll on, the expectation increase and let's hope the snow doesn't happen too soon, too fast or too deeply for anyone, wherever they happen to be, when it does!!!
Daisy
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
Living Remembrance...
It's a beautiful morning. Alice and I have just been out walking, enjoying the bright sunshine, and getting our shot of morning exercise. The sunshine highlights the glorious autumn colours, which are particularly good this year, apparently due to the extra natural sugar content of this year's foliage and last summer's weather.
Coming home from Kew Botanic Gardens on Saturday, when the rain wasn't coming down, the autumn colours looked bright, even without the benefit of the autumn sun. When it was shining, the colours were as bright and intense as I image the colours of fall are, in the United States....brilliant!!
And Christmas is racing towards us, which is as it should be, but not quite yet, please. Let's enjoy these autumn days a little longer before the onslaught of winter, the cold winds, the driving rain, the snow, ice, sleet and slush - is that too much to ask for?
There are other matters to think of, birthdays to remember and anniversaries to dwell on.
This November is the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. I was just a teenager in 1963 when the President was shot. My family and I were relaxing in the sitting-room watching television. A knock on our front door announced the arrival of one of my girlfriends, straight from watching a western film at our local cinema. Her film had suddenly come to an abrupt end, with the awful news of the Dallas shooting, which she came to share with us.
Now, I cannot quite remember if, at that same time, our television broadcast had also come to an abrupt end
with the same dreadful news but, there we all were, shocked, horrified and deeply saddened, by what we were listening to.
Our nation, and the entire world, was similarly shocked that this charismatic, brilliant man had gone. His life cut short by whomsoever had willed it should end, for whatever purpose this act had been deemed to be necessary and appropriate.
Our family knew nothing of conspiracy theories, politics or world affairs yet, still, we felt ourselves bereaved by this awful tragedy.
Our lives were affected and now, looking back, I remember the puzzled sadness which descended on us, that day.....22nd November, 1963.
Will the truth of President Kennedy's death ever be fully told, will all the guilty be brought to justice, who knows; yet the sadness still fully lingers and we are still bereft by his lost life, the missed opportunities, and we may all share these emotions in this period of remembrance?
Daisy
Coming home from Kew Botanic Gardens on Saturday, when the rain wasn't coming down, the autumn colours looked bright, even without the benefit of the autumn sun. When it was shining, the colours were as bright and intense as I image the colours of fall are, in the United States....brilliant!!
And Christmas is racing towards us, which is as it should be, but not quite yet, please. Let's enjoy these autumn days a little longer before the onslaught of winter, the cold winds, the driving rain, the snow, ice, sleet and slush - is that too much to ask for?
There are other matters to think of, birthdays to remember and anniversaries to dwell on.
This November is the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. I was just a teenager in 1963 when the President was shot. My family and I were relaxing in the sitting-room watching television. A knock on our front door announced the arrival of one of my girlfriends, straight from watching a western film at our local cinema. Her film had suddenly come to an abrupt end, with the awful news of the Dallas shooting, which she came to share with us.
Now, I cannot quite remember if, at that same time, our television broadcast had also come to an abrupt end
with the same dreadful news but, there we all were, shocked, horrified and deeply saddened, by what we were listening to.
Our nation, and the entire world, was similarly shocked that this charismatic, brilliant man had gone. His life cut short by whomsoever had willed it should end, for whatever purpose this act had been deemed to be necessary and appropriate.
Our family knew nothing of conspiracy theories, politics or world affairs yet, still, we felt ourselves bereaved by this awful tragedy.
Our lives were affected and now, looking back, I remember the puzzled sadness which descended on us, that day.....22nd November, 1963.
Will the truth of President Kennedy's death ever be fully told, will all the guilty be brought to justice, who knows; yet the sadness still fully lingers and we are still bereft by his lost life, the missed opportunities, and we may all share these emotions in this period of remembrance?
Daisy
Friday, 8 November 2013
At the Museum of London the - "Cheapside Hoard"
A hidden box of treasure. Buried treasure from the 17th century, hidden for 300 years and discovered, quite by chance, by workmen demolishing buildings in the summer of 1912. A massive chest of jewellery, precious gemstones, an exquisite perfume bottle and an emerald watch, carved gem figures, chains, clasps, bodkins, buttons, badges and cameos.
The workmen took their find to an antique dealer, a museum librarian, George F. Lawrence, who cleaned the contents of the chest and, realising the importance of the discovery, took it to the newly opened London Museum. After much discussion with the Museum's directors, Lawrence was appointed as an inspector of evacuations for the London Museum.
The treasure was officially made the property of the London Museum with a small selection given to the British Museum. Two year's later, in 1914, the treasure was exhibited at the Museum and visited by King George V and Queen Mary. With the exhibition, came intense speculation and discussion about the very nature of treasure ownership by press, academics and other museums, but the decision by the Treasury (on behalf of the Crown) stood, and the London Museum kept ownership of the jewels and jewellery.
In 1976, the treasure removed to a site very close to where it was originally located, with the newly renamed Museum of London.
And now, once more, the full collection of those hidden jewels, is on display at the Museum of London. A wonderful exhibition, utilising all the very latest display and examination process, is now running until the 27th April 2014, and I, for one, will certainly be making another visit to this gorgeous and, historically significant collection, for its stunning beauty and contemporary appeal.
There is even a replica, buyable, collection of 19 pieces on display in the Museum's shop which I'm going to be inspecting on my next visit...can't wait!!!
The dear SO is terribly jealous of my visit which happened, quite unexpectedly, on a recent London visit to an art gallery, with me hoping to see a friend's drawing. I love visiting London but he, unfortunately, does not. I shall just have to drag him here if he's ever going to see the "Cheapside Hoard for himself!!!
NB Some information for my blog came from an article in an October dated issue Weekend Telegraph Magazine "Mystery of The Cheapside Hoard" by Vivienne Becker.
What more will I have to report in a future blog???
Daisy
The workmen took their find to an antique dealer, a museum librarian, George F. Lawrence, who cleaned the contents of the chest and, realising the importance of the discovery, took it to the newly opened London Museum. After much discussion with the Museum's directors, Lawrence was appointed as an inspector of evacuations for the London Museum.
The treasure was officially made the property of the London Museum with a small selection given to the British Museum. Two year's later, in 1914, the treasure was exhibited at the Museum and visited by King George V and Queen Mary. With the exhibition, came intense speculation and discussion about the very nature of treasure ownership by press, academics and other museums, but the decision by the Treasury (on behalf of the Crown) stood, and the London Museum kept ownership of the jewels and jewellery.
In 1976, the treasure removed to a site very close to where it was originally located, with the newly renamed Museum of London.
And now, once more, the full collection of those hidden jewels, is on display at the Museum of London. A wonderful exhibition, utilising all the very latest display and examination process, is now running until the 27th April 2014, and I, for one, will certainly be making another visit to this gorgeous and, historically significant collection, for its stunning beauty and contemporary appeal.
There is even a replica, buyable, collection of 19 pieces on display in the Museum's shop which I'm going to be inspecting on my next visit...can't wait!!!
The dear SO is terribly jealous of my visit which happened, quite unexpectedly, on a recent London visit to an art gallery, with me hoping to see a friend's drawing. I love visiting London but he, unfortunately, does not. I shall just have to drag him here if he's ever going to see the "Cheapside Hoard for himself!!!
NB Some information for my blog came from an article in an October dated issue Weekend Telegraph Magazine "Mystery of The Cheapside Hoard" by Vivienne Becker.
What more will I have to report in a future blog???
Daisy
Wednesday, 6 November 2013
Back home to stay - Monday, 14th October, 2013....now what's going on???
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| Ingredients for my Griddled Pork Belly lunch today! |
Before I go, however, there's one more meal to cook, and a new loaf of bread, in a box kit, which I bought from Brecon Food Festival last weekend...from the nice people at Talgarth Mill, Talgarth, Powys.
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| Cake in a Box A very easy bread to mix and make and here is the finished article, which the dear SO enjoyed very much! |
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| Hot Fruit Bread!!! For lunch, I griddled belly pork chunks, added potato gnocchi and casseroled a cabbage and onion spicy mix to serve a hearty meal for both of us before I drove home from Wales. |
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| Belly Pork cooks very easily and is jolly good!!! A good drive home, despite the rain, and interesting because I came across country, thru' Monmouth and past the Grammar School which is a lovely red-bricked building, past Ross-n-Wye but only seen from the motorway. I'm going to make a detour on my next trip and visit Ross, which I'm sure will make a most enjoyable opportunity to explore and linger!!! I wanted to stop at Toddington, their garden centre, which stocks an impressive range of plants and trees,only today I was anxious to buy seed potatoes for my new veggie garden, but even here they were all sold out so it looks as if I'll have to wait for next year before planting potatoes. What a great pity:(:(:( I carried on with my journey and reached home safely about 7o'clock and straight on to my book club meeting, finally getting home in time for bedtime - oh my, what a lovely busy day....... Goodnight, Daisy! |
Monday, 4 November 2013
To The Groesffordd - Saturday, 12th October, 2013
The food at The Groesfford is really good, well presented and served by their helpful staff.
I chose their Honey roast and cured smoked back bacon, orange and pecan nut slaw, orange honey and cardamon syrup. It was excellent, tasty and so more-ish!
For pudding, my choice fell on their Caramelized plus creme brulee, fig fritter, vanilla ice-cream dessert menu listing. It was really very good indeed.
The dear SO ordered their.... Trio of belly pork, pease pudding, rich jus, apple sauce, crackling!
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And for pudding, it was this which attracted his attention...their hot chocolate fondant with parsnip ice-cream!!! |
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| What a happy dessert to finish our day on - and we'd only come out for a drink or two! This was a very good day, from start to finish, and the weekend's not over yet. Come back again to see where we went on Sunday. Daisy! |
Sunday, 3 November 2013
The Weekend - 12th and 13th October, 2013.
Oh boy, I love a Saturday! Shopping, stopping for coffee, even window-shopping's fine, when you have the time and mind to relax and enjoy a few hours free of chores and worries.
I'm back in Brecon and looking for a shawl for a new grandchild expected next January. I'm hoping to find the clever lady who made a shawl, bought earlier, for my first grandchild and thinking she could be at the Market Hall today. That would be so good!!!
Not there! Instead, the Brecknock Farmer's Market were and so too many of the stallholders from the Brecon Food Festival last weekend...how good that was! I buy a small piece of lamb from Martin and Kate Buck of Glaisfer Uchaf Farm - www.glaisferfarm.co.uk
I discover from the Brecknock Farmer's own stall that a craft fair is being held this morning at Bishop Bevan Hall on the other side of town and hurry over to see if my knitting lady is there.
Not there again! However, there is a stall there, and a lady knitting, and she has shawls for sale in pink and blue and, wait for it, even white.....perfect for a new baby, whose birth is so eagerly anticipated.
I buy my shawl and find myself talking to the organisers of this fair, which has been meeting since June. It's a new venture for them, to provide a venue for exciting new sales, and by doing so, promote the talents of local craftswomen, allowing them to see their work appreciated and sold.
I'm terribly excited by this opportunity for all the ladies, involved in this new enterprise, and wish all the very best of luck. They have two more craft fair dates before Christmas - on November 9th and December 14th. Their first meeting in 2014 is in March, after the worst of the weather in January and February is over. I hope it brings a happy New Year to all members of Crafters Corner, Bishop Bevan Hall, Brecon, Paws.
Some more shopping follows and then I meet up with the dear SO chatting away and, when I've managed to drag him away, we hurry off to have a quick lunch. He has his favourite eggs and bacon and I order a corned beef pie with veggies, which will keep us going for a few hours.
Peaceful afternoon reading the newspapers and then we're off out for drinks, which becomes dinner at The Three Horseshoes, "The Groesffordd" and enjoy a very good evening there.
But that, as they say, is a story for another day.....so, do come back soon, won't you?
Toodle oo
Daisy
I'm back in Brecon and looking for a shawl for a new grandchild expected next January. I'm hoping to find the clever lady who made a shawl, bought earlier, for my first grandchild and thinking she could be at the Market Hall today. That would be so good!!!
Not there! Instead, the Brecknock Farmer's Market were and so too many of the stallholders from the Brecon Food Festival last weekend...how good that was! I buy a small piece of lamb from Martin and Kate Buck of Glaisfer Uchaf Farm - www.glaisferfarm.co.uk
I discover from the Brecknock Farmer's own stall that a craft fair is being held this morning at Bishop Bevan Hall on the other side of town and hurry over to see if my knitting lady is there.
Not there again! However, there is a stall there, and a lady knitting, and she has shawls for sale in pink and blue and, wait for it, even white.....perfect for a new baby, whose birth is so eagerly anticipated.
I buy my shawl and find myself talking to the organisers of this fair, which has been meeting since June. It's a new venture for them, to provide a venue for exciting new sales, and by doing so, promote the talents of local craftswomen, allowing them to see their work appreciated and sold.
I'm terribly excited by this opportunity for all the ladies, involved in this new enterprise, and wish all the very best of luck. They have two more craft fair dates before Christmas - on November 9th and December 14th. Their first meeting in 2014 is in March, after the worst of the weather in January and February is over. I hope it brings a happy New Year to all members of Crafters Corner, Bishop Bevan Hall, Brecon, Paws.
Some more shopping follows and then I meet up with the dear SO chatting away and, when I've managed to drag him away, we hurry off to have a quick lunch. He has his favourite eggs and bacon and I order a corned beef pie with veggies, which will keep us going for a few hours.
Peaceful afternoon reading the newspapers and then we're off out for drinks, which becomes dinner at The Three Horseshoes, "The Groesffordd" and enjoy a very good evening there.
But that, as they say, is a story for another day.....so, do come back soon, won't you?
Toodle oo
Daisy
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