Days are now only defined by the sleep in between them and that’s not good at the minute. Struggling to settle at bed time and struggling to crawl out of my pit in a morning. Whilst The Boss passes Inverness cycling round site on his virtual Lands End to John O’Groats I needed something to... Continue Reading →
VE Day Celebrations with a Difference
Started the day with a brew and watching as the nation prepares to celebrate VE Day on TV. We’d planned on linking our celebrations with the steam railway that runs along the side of the site. Photos of past events that the railway has run have always looked good and we were looking forward to... Continue Reading →
Blurry Days
The gospel choir of birds outside our window woke me early. Then the rooks joined in and drowned out the beautiful dawn chorus, pulling the quilt up I managed to doze off again for a couple of hours until the pigeons joined a troop of Morris Dancers on our roof, time to get up. Starting... Continue Reading →
Couch to John o’Groats
Looking at your average social media page during this period of lockdown it would seem there are two options; crack open the wine while tucking into the crisps or become a health kick bore and exercise like mad. If I'd tossed a coin I could quite easily and happily chosen either route. Pre-Lockdown, we had... Continue Reading →
Easter in Lockdown
Easter came and went in a flurry of rabbits, pheasants, pigeons and bucket loads of sunshine. What should have been our busiest weekend of the season turned out just to be like any other day at the moment, no sign of the Easter Bunny either, he must’ve seen the sign on the locked gates and... Continue Reading →
Lockdown Day… Mon-tue-wednesturday
I’ve lost track of our lockdown day number. In fact I’ve lost track of the days, Tuesday, Wednesday or Sunday? My days are defined by who is on Radio 2, Ken Bruce, Jeremy Vine and good old Sara Cox let me know it’s a week day anyone else on during the day, it must be... Continue Reading →
Lockdown Day 8 – Last day…
Another night with hardly any sleep. Our bed is so comfy but still I’m spending the night tossing and turning with my mind going into overdrive. Lots of ‘What if’ tabs open in my brain that I just can’t seem to close down. Falling out of bed and onto the bathroom scales they declare that... Continue Reading →
Lockdown Day 7 – Furloughed
At any other point in time it would be hard to imagine this being a positive. Yet here we are today very relieved and very appreciative of the support of our state and our employer. In our respective employments three years ago, one a Care Worker and one a HGV Driver, we would today have... Continue Reading →
Lockdown Day 6 – It’s Good to Talk
Waking up in my caravan is bliss. We had a ‘Drivecation’, up and down the country people are caravanning on their drives. Cup of tea, Ant and Dec and The Voice all in the comfort of my happy place. Both programmes were shown with a difference, compilations of their best bits hosted from the comforts... Continue Reading →
Lockdown Day 5 – Reality Dawning
No sun streaming through the window this morning, pulling back the curtains it looks breezy and cold. Steaming cup of tea and Dermot O’Leary on Radio 2 help me wake up. Nipping out to the office to check emails and such confirms my suspicions, it is pigging freezing. Last night we had an evening stroll... Continue Reading →