Friday, 8 May 2015
My grandfather has kept a daily diary for more than 70 years. We came across his entry for that momentous week. He was in Wensleydale on duty when VE Day was announced, but had spent most of his time in the Middle East - in Egypt and a now unrecognisable Baghdad.
He celebrated his 92nd birthday on Saturday. It's hard to believe that he's seen16 Prime Ministers come and go, a man walk on the moon, the atom bomb, the Cold War, medical advances, the evolution of technology, architecture, music, food and travel.
He was the first person I knew to get online and I started this blog for him back in 2008.
Monday, 13 April 2015
Twool I bought yonks ago (who I was pleased to see had a super display in the Wisley Plant Centre). Everything seems to be unfurling in the warming sun. And it's National Gardening Week to boot. Hooray for green.
Friday, 10 April 2015
Tuesday, 7 April 2015
When we bought our little cottage, the decor had breathed its finest hours in depths of the 20th Century - each nook and cranny was a nod to a particular decade. The bathroom was rocking an early 1990s pastel and white design. The small bedroom embraced the very orange flower power of the 1960s. The kitchen had the original 1920s windows, the 1970s boiler and lino, and the 1980s fitted cupboards. The larder had a 1950s vibe. Handmade fly screen cupboards, more pipework than a Heath Robinson sketch and a very exciting electricity box.
So - that's my first kitchen show and tell. I can't believe it's taken me so long to share. We still don't have the splash back or blinds up, but slowly but surely the grand reveal will come.
Monday, 6 April 2015
Thursday, 26 February 2015
We popped to Kew Gardens on Sunday for a delightful afternoon with Mr M's goddaughter and her family. It's years since I was last there, and surprisingly Mr M's first visit. With threatening skies overhead and sleeping beds save for the crocuses, cyclamen and snowdrops, our first stop was the orchid display. The displays were really quite incredible - giant hangings heavy with orchids, luscious greenery and the odd miniature pineapple. I'd completely forgotten about the ponds with their enormous fish - little Miss H was mesmerised for at least a nanosecond.
After the orchids, we made our way to the Palm House. Such an iconic Victorian structure. As soon as you step inside, the change in temperature and steam adds to the sense that you've been transported back in time. For those visitors in the 1840s, they must have looked over that canopy imagining themselves as the famous plant hunters of the day.
It's been such a long time - I hope you're well. x