A Nice Thing to do on a Wednesday ...

 is to go to a fundraising strawberry tea. Which is what we did this week. 

I'd had a flyer about it from someone at the knitting group last Friday, and it was only in Dollar which is a large village not very far away, so we thought we would go. Show support, browse the stalls, buy a raffle ticket, enjoy the strawberries. 

Dollar is lovely, lots of beautiful old stone houses and there's a river running through it - (not something you can say about any village in Orkney). It is also an absolute pain for parking so we walked quite a long way up the river to get to the venue. Not a hardship as it was a warm afternoon and it's very scenic. it also has a very picturesque bridge. 

The venue was absolutely packed; it's obviously a very popular (annual) event, raising money for the local museum. There were nice flower arrangements on the tables - this was ours

and the tea was very nice too. well actually, the tea was a bit weak, but the scone was very good! And you can;t go wrong with strawberries.

On the way out I said hello to the person who gave me the flier and it was patently obvious she hadn't a clue who I was which was  a bit of a downer actually, but there you go. It will be that 'seeing people out of context thing' which to be fair was quite a feature of Orkney life. We missed the raffle table as it was on the other side of the hall to the way we entered and exited, and the ravening hordes had hit the cake stall before we got to it, so we didn't buy anything extra. It was fun, but I don't know whether we'll go again next year, if only because  of the parking thing. 

Exhibition in Edinburgh

 The trip to Shropshire rather knocked off accounts of other things we had done in Alloa before we went away so here's the first of two catch ups, a trip to the Dovecote Studio in Edinburgh for an exhibition. 

We went up on the train using our new senior railcards and here's a bit of the famous Edinburgh skyline seen from the road bridge by the station and yes, we did have to walk all the way up. 

The exhibition  was the Scottish Colourists in their European Context, and I'd wanted to see it as soon as it was announced.  As our moving day got pushed further and further back I had become reconciled to not seeing it, which was a bit of a downer, as I'm a big fan of the Colourists, but in the event we managed to see it in its final days. Hoorah! 

To be honest there was rather too much 'context' and not enough Colourists for me, plus we had to keep hanging back as we had arrived at about the same time as a guided tour was starting, and it was very distracting trying to look at the pictures and not be half hearing the tour leader who spoke with a distractingly heavy french accent. 

Having got the grumbles out of the way, I have to say  it was a fantastic exhibition. As always none of the pictures I really liked had associated postcards on sale except for one, and that was this one. And it's even by one of the Colourists ( S J Peploe)  and not one of the context painters. 

Luckily I had taken a couple of photos of others that really appealed 

and this was my favourite of them all, which was by the English painter Duncan Grant

not my usual sort of style, but it fascinated me. 

ION, it is still very hot but we are promised rain tomorrow. Also, after a huge push my study and craft room are both now organised enough for me to relax and actually use them which is a massive leap forward in the settling down stakes. 

Well I've never done this before...

 

That there is a Mystery Yarn Bag. I've never bought one before because you don't know what you're getting ( yup, the clue is right there in the name!) and I've watched lots of people on YouTube unboxing/unbagging mystery stuff and too often seen them try very hard to not look disappointed when the fourth ball of unsaleable dull yellow cotton comes out of the box and they say brightly 'well, I don't know what to do with this, maybe a baby garment ....' and you just feel so sorry for any baby in their vicinity. 

So why have I bought one now? well because it was from a dyer whose yarn I have often wanted to try, so it seemed like  a good opportunity,  and because I knew from the list of bases that were on offer that I wouldn't be wasting my money and because I thought 'I'm x years old, why not take  a punt for once in your life?' So I did. 

and when I opened the parcel I was certainly not disappointed. No gritted teeth or forced smiles here. 

The one on the right is a standard sock yarn, the other two are a baby alpaca /silk blend. And while I will have to look for patterns to use them on I don't think it will be a hardship. 

ION it is very hot. We are not used to it being hot but we're sort of coping by doing stuff in the mornings and evenings. That said the OH is currently putting up shelves for his lego. Rather him than me, although to be fair that wold apply whatever the temperature. 

A Protective Tree

 

It's a Scottish tradition to plant a rowan tree by your house as a protection against witches. We had loads in Orkney, there were one or two on the  property when we bought it, and when we planted our wood we planted lots more. We didn't really think we could uproot one and bring it south, so we decided we would need to buy one pretty smartly after we arrived. That was in part what our trips to local garden centres were all about. Unfortunately we couldn't  find a healthy looking rowan in any of the three we tried so the OH got on the web and ordered one.  Apparently the foliage turns red - possibly in the autumn? I don't know . It's certainly green at the moment. I'd have been perfectly happy with a bog standard one, but there you go ....

It was supposed to be delivered last Thursday. We had a text to say it would be arriving between 2 and 4  We'd had   plans but changed them so that we could take delivery. Much excitement when we got the text to say we were next in the schedule. Less excitement when a little while later we had a text , accompanied by a picture of the sign with our road name on it, saying they couldn't find our house and delivery would be rescheduled. . Honestly all they needed to do was drive up the road a bit further examining the quite large number plates on the houses. They could even have called and we could have talked them through it! but obviously the driver had decided he would rather go home for the day. 

They rescheduled delivery for the next morning, between 10 and 12. That mean I couldn't go to knitting group and again we stayed in. The OH kept a keen look out at the front window whenever he heard an engine louder than a motor scooter, and it's just as well he did as just before midday he caught sight of the delivery van doing a three point turn just outside the house and  and then driving away from it. He hared down the road after it and returned about 10 minutes later carrying the tree! We were not impressed with the delivery service whose name escapes me, so I can't name and shame. I would if I could. Anyway there is the tree, we repotted it, but it has still blown over at least twice so it needs a much bigger heavier pot to go in, at which point we should be able to transfer it to somewhere near the front gate. To scare away the witches. 

The Falkirk Tunnel

When we went to the Falkirk Wheel to see the pop-up opera I invested in a book called '111Things to see in Falkirk and the Lothians'. I didn't realise when I bought it that it's  a bit of an international series, but it makes no matter, it does what it says on the can - brief descriptions of and directions to some of the interesting places and sights that might otherwise get overlooked. It will take us a long time to get round all 111, I think before we bought the book we had visited all of four under our own steam. Luckily they tend to be grouped together a bit, so that we won't be driving all the way over to, say,  East Lothian for one solitary thing, but it's going to take a bit of getting our heads round and a bit of planning. 

Anyway we were over the holiday and I hadn't been out of the house for a couple of days so yesterday we had a quick look at where we might like to go and alighted on the Falkirk Tunnel. 

This is a half mile long tunnel built for a stretch of the Clyde canal, basically because the family in the local big house couldn't cope with the thought that the canal and the boats on it could be seen from their windows, or possibly just from one small corner of their extensive grounds into which no-one but the fourth undergardener ever ventured, but whichever of those it was, they launched a massive lobbying campaign with the result that this tunnel was built so that the gentry didn't have to watch the low lifes carrying stuff about on barges. 

It was built largely by Irish immigrant labour, ( that applies to the whole project, not just the tunnel, and amongst the many men who worked on it were two called Burke and Hare, truly a couple of names to conjure with. This would be before they removed to Edinburgh and started plying a more grisly trade ....

The tunnel was wet and the towpath uneven and dark because some of the lighting ( well quite  a lot of the lighting ) wasn't working. I'm not going to pretend that walking through it was a highlight experience of my life to date, but I am rather proud of myself for making it all the way through.* I did however refuse to countenance going back the same way so we walked along the towpath until we could rejoin the road. Sadly it was absolutely tipping it down with rain by then, and we got soaked. Going back through the tunnel would have kept us drier, but I suspect would have given me the temporary heebie-jeebies. 

At the far end there's a bridge with two contrasting faces on it; the unhappy one looks towards the town of Falkirk and the happy one out over the hills. Photos below, they are quite high up and I was just using the phone camera so not as brilliant as I might like but you can definitely see the contrasting expressions. 

* This makes me a total wuss. Some people were running through it on what was obviously a normal running toute for them. 

entrance

inside - it really was not that light!

the roof

yay! the exit

sad face

happy face

A few days in Shropshire - part 2

 After our busy Tuesday we had decided to take Wednesday much more quietly which we did. First of all we went back to  the Craft Centre where Lay Family Yarn is situated, largely because I had missed my chance to visit the candle shop while I was there doing my dyeing. The shop is shut on Mondays and Tuesdays so we went back on Wednesday, only to find it still shut. This was annoying, particularly in view of the fact that I had spent a lot o time at the weekend smelling other people's purchases and generally swooning with delight over the beautiful scents. Oh well, next year. 

We browsed some of the other shops and somehow I found myself buying some new ear rings. We had time to kill while the exact pair I wanted was put together so we had a cup of coffee in the coffee shop. This was surely a first as we both decided against having cake with it! Not sure why we were so abstemious. Perhaps it was because it was still too close to breakfast time. 

There was a pretty courtyard and it was very warm so we sat outside which is also quite unusual for us to be honest. . 

After I'd collected the ear rings we went to a print makers place. She had some beautiful pictures, but as I was very conscious that we had still to start picture hanging in the new house and that we possibly had more pictures than wall space I contented myself with buying some cards from her and not a framed picture. Maybe next year ....

After that we went for  walk along the canal which was lovely

and then we had lunch out.

Mine was the Chinese beef ( quite adventurous for me) and the OH had a burger. I spent a lot of time deliberating over what to have for dessert but as we waited 20 minutes and they didn't come and offer us any we gave up. We went back to our temporary home, via a small supermarket where we bought a cake and then relaxed. 

The book was a charity shop buy in Ludlow; they had two by the same author so I bought them both. I was going to say 'Scottish crime, what's not to like?' but then I thought 'Denzil Meyrick' and didn't.  This one was very good; the other one I've only just started. 

On Thursday we had arranged to meet up with a Facebook friend and her husband at Attingham Park and we had a great time - hadn't met them before but it didn't matter. we got on very well. None of us were terribly bothered about seeing the inside of Attingham Park (sorry NT!) but we were keen to see the walled garden, which is amazing. Mainly fruit and veg with a few edible flowers and herbs. We did also visit the second hand book stall run by volunteers in the old stable block and  I picked up another three books there. I've been patting myself on the back for months and months about how I so rarely buy books these days and restrict myself to the occasional purchase and borrowing from the library but I think one of the lessons this brief break taught me was that it was lack of access to cheap second hand books more than anything else that kept me so restrained. A lowering thought. 

Naturally I took lots of photographs in the garden and here are a few, finishing with one of me and the  friend we went to meet. 

 

And that was the end of the week. We went back to the flat, and packed up and the next day we were on the road home. Had a great time though and made lots of happy memories. 

A Few Days in Shropshire - Part 1

I meant to do this post yesterday but we had a bit of an issue with transferring the photos from my phone to the laptop. By bit of an issue what I mean is that for a while we thought they had disappeared into the ether. This was not a happy half hour. They were finally tracked down to somewhere strange and unlikely. and moved, but by then I had lost the will to blog, so today it is! 

So, we arrived on Friday, I did my dyeing retreat thing on Saturday and Sunday and on Monday we went to Ludlow. It's a really interesting and picturesque little town with lots and lots of buildings from different eras. There were also some lovely independent shops and a market. We spent a lot of our time there having a walk along the river Teme, which was rather steeper in parts and generally longer than I had anticipated, the walk not the river! but that said I did enjoy it. By an amazing coincidence the OH's brother was travelling through Ludlow by train that very day so he hopped off it and we had about 40 minutes to chat to him  at the station before the next train came and he hoped back on.

There was a dearth of the usual advertising flyer things that you normally find in our self catering place but there was one for a large bookshop and coffee shop called Aardvark Books that wasn't that far away, in a 'let's have a day out' way. We went there on Tuesday, combining it with a trip to a large cross stitch shop I had fond on the web which was near Oswestry. It was a scenic drive, I'll say that much , although some of the roads were quite hair raising and I don't think poor old Evie, the car, will recover for a while. The Satnav appeared to have developed a fetish for single track roads with high hedges, sharp bends and very few passing places whihc she manifested all holiday long. Possibly she had wanted to go to Devon and was sulking because we hadn't take her there. 

I found the book shop not very exciting to be honest. Can't deny it was huge, but the dog that featured heavily on the flyer was nowhere to be seen. It specialised in Art and Architecture books which should have been a slice of heaven for me, but as I hadn't got the impression that was what if did from the leaflet I wasn't prepared and there were just too many books to browse properly. I'm sure I could have found lots and lots that I would have liked to buy, and was indeed very tempted by one on Burne-Jones but it was £25 so I gave it a miss. The children's section was laughable, and the other fiction was upstairs in a way that suggested it was some sort of shameful secret that they really would have preferred to have done away with altogether. That said I came away with two hardback biographies of Agatha Christie and Charles Dickens, and a sci-fi/fantasy paperback by someone called Sheri S Tepper. I went through a phase of reading Tepper when she was really popular in the 1990s, but as sometimes happens I read a lot in a short space of time and got a bit fed up. I haven't read one for years and I hadn't even heard of this one so I bought it for the princely sum of £1. 

have to say the coffee was lovely but I wouldn't rush back. 

The cross stitch place was  a wee bit of a disappointment too. It advertises itself as a major importer of American cross stitch charts and kits, and I can't deny there were 100s, if not 1000s of charts to browse. Kits though were in shorter supply, and the ones I saw were not American. Nevertheless we had a nice chat to the proprietor, admired many of the samples she had hanging up, I bought a skein of thread I needed for my Earthdancer's hair, picked up  a couple of free charts and bought a few others. Just in case I run out of things to cross stich before I'm 110. We got introduced to the weaver upstairs who was really nice and had some gorgeous wraps and scarves for sale. She goes by Loomin' Marvellous on Facebook if you want to check her out. It  was  a lovely setting too for a collection of vaguely related craft workshops. 

Purchases

It was a good day, but longer than anticipated, due to the aforementioned shenanigans of the satnav and we decided to stay closer to home the next day. Of which more anon ...