Thursday, November 12, 2015

Three Teas, Please Ivy....

Almost every evening before turning in for the night, my husband and I watch Last of the Summer Wine, on Public Broadcasting Service television.

Last of the Summer Wine is a gentle, romantic comedy, which graced the British TV screens for  almost forty years. It was an inspired choice of location, for the charm of the region perfectly matches the warmth and humour of the characters, capturing the idyll of lazy summer days and the sort of amusement belonging to a long forgotten golden age.




The beautiful Holme Valley stretches down from the high Pennines along the River Holme towards Huddersfield, in West Yorkshire. Holmfirth is the main town, it offers visitors a delightful mixture of weavers cottages, Victorian hillside terraces with "top and bottom" houses, a rushing river and mills, all surrounded by breathtaking Pennine scenery.




During my trip home last month, my dearest brother treated us to a lovely day out over the Yorkshire Pennines, and a ramble around Holmfirth. We took the tour bus, and stopped at the various locations around the town, all so familiar after seeing them night after night on our television screen.




 
 




After the tour, we stopped at Sid's Cafe, and enjoyed tea and and buns, just as the characters did in the series.
"Three teas, please Ivy".

 
 

 
If you're interested in reading about the series, I've included this link.
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, November 9, 2015

No Takers

A dark November day, 
Rainy and yet surprisingly warm for this time of the year.
The leaves continue to fall.
The birds have retreated to their nests.
The geese fly south overhead.
Squirrels busily transport their overwinter stash to secret hiding places.
Wild turkeys lead their flock to the nightly roost.
A ginger kitty sleeps.
 
 




 
 
 
 



 


Friday, November 6, 2015

Slowly Changing




“The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.”

~ Henry Beston : Northern Farm
 
 

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Arley Hall and Gardens

On one of the most perfect autumnal days we visited Arley Hall and Gardens. A delightful country house situated within a few miles of my home.
If you are interested in reading more I've included a link. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arley_Hall
I can only imagine the beauty of the gardens during a mid-summer month.
Enjoy.








































If you are interested in seeing photographs of the inside, here is the link to their website :
http://www.arleyhallandgardens.com

Sunday, November 1, 2015

A Sunday Indulgence



What could be more special than sipping tea out of a china cup, indulging in a bowl full of raspberry trifle, and settling in to watch episodes of Downton Abbey, Season 6.
This describes my Sunday evenings for the entire month of October.
Now I have to wait until the series returns across the pond on January 3, 2016  to continue the saga, the last and final episodes of Julian Fellowes masterpiece.

*Sigh*

Friday, October 30, 2015

Wanderlust


 
Great Budworth village, Cheshire 
 
An entire month has floated by without a word written, I apologize for the silence.
My travels took me across an ocean blue, to my beloved homeland England.
Life happens, it was an unplanned visit, the kind that a child dreads facing one day... saying goodbye to a much-loved parent.
It was a time to reflect, and connect with long lost relatives, and despite many tears, there was much laughter and merriment shared.
I was a 'local' once again, and felt as if I'd slipped back into an old pair of well-worn, comfortable shoes.
England in all of her glory, filled my heart and soul.....


This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,--
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

 
William Shakespeare.  "King Richard II", Act 2 scene 1