A lifestyle blog
On Saturday morning Mr B was up and out of the house before 7.30am to avoid the laughter and noise of eight women around the kitchen table from 9am to play golf. When he returned just after lunch I found myself channeling my inner Lord Percy and imagining him as Blackadder: Except I hadn’t created the finest “green”. I had created the finest silver. Along with some other
Yesterday I headed down the M3 to another National Trust house for a wander around Mottisfont Abbey and gardens, with Annie. I knew nothing of either the house or garden, but having now read the guide book I really do recommend you go and visit. The place is steeped history, people have lived there for over 800 years when it began life as an Augustinian Monesterary in the 12 century.
Well there’s an alliteration. That window above is today’s feature on Window Wednesday, taken in Woolbeding Church last weekend. (by Mr B I must add) Tucked away in a little village in West Sussex is a hamlet called Woolbeding, just outside Midhurst. We were down that way this weekend and my parents suggested we drop in as it is the church that they worship in whenever it is open (three
We have what is known as a “formidable” ironing board. It arrived recently and really did remind me of a robot. Or an alien. And as I put it up in the spare bedroom I considered how under utilised ironing boards can be. Especially in this house <cough> You see we leave ours up all the time, it is a great piece of equipment. Really well made,
This window at Winchester City Mill might just be my favourite window of all time Sometimes the real picture is behind you I don’t know if that is an actual quote but sometimes I feel it should be. We always focus on looking forwards, or staring at what we think we should be looking at, that we miss something else entirely. Something that actually be more of a story. I
One word. Yep, golf. I have never had a desire to play golf. Ever. My parents play it. Regularly. My husband plays it. Not as regularly as he would like, admittedly. But one of his birthday presents last year was golf club membership so it is safe to say he enjoys playing. Daughter’s boyfriend plays. Even daughter plays. And now I think about it, son and other daughter have
I have been following quite closely the story of Jon Platt who has taken his case about a term time holiday fine to the High Court. I was delighted he won the case this week and that the High Court has stated he doesn’t have a case to answer. Magistrates on the Isle of Wight had originally dismissed the case too but the Council took it to the High
Not you. I am not talking about you. You are lovely. I mean you as in society. And the right to think we can say what we like to anybody and to invade their private space. Following the BAFTAs on Sunday night I have followed the systematic destruction of one of our finest actresses: Sheridan Smith. A lady I adore. A lady who has really worn her
As I mentioned yesterday, today on the blog I am sharing some pictures from the garden at Hinton Ampner. This is a National Trust house just outside Petersfield and if you are ever in the area do go. In fact, I have a tip to share with you that was given to me by the lovely lady on the customer service desk when we visited. Lots of National
It is a few weeks now since I met up with Annie for a wander around Hinton Ampner, a National Trust house just outside Petersfield (in fact it is where we were when we stumbled upon Cheesefoot Head which I wrote about last month) . I hadn’t been to the house before but Annie knew it and is a big fan of the garden, and having been once I can
It hadn’t really struck me until recently how much I love music. Not playing it myself, I can’t play any musical instruments (a regret that I never learnt to play the piano. How cool to see one somewhere and just start an impromptu singalong?), but listening to music created by others. I have always known that music can affect my mood. It is hard to feel sad when Mr
For How Does Your Garden Grow This week I am sharing some photos I took yesterday from Guildford Castle. I didn’t even know Guildford had a castle and I have lived ten miles down the road for ten years (you may recall something similar happened with Farnham Castle, as I mentioned in this post: Farnham Castle Keep ). The only thing I knew about Guildford other than the fact
