Five for **** ‘goodness’ sake things....


  1. when you stupidly innocently reply to a ‘does anyone have any recommendations for...’ on Facebook. And forget you NEVER do this because ten people will like your recommendation....and twenty will take the time to shoot down your recommendation and lecture you. Ffs. 
  2. The noise an awful lot of snow makes as it begins to slide down a roof. Think titanic sound effects and the fact you will lie awake wondering how strong your roof actually IS
  3. Emails that arrive in the early hours and light up your entire room because you accidentally left your phone face up. These are never ‘hey you’ve won the lottery’ emails either. 
  4. Playground politics. In or out of a playground. Drama free zone here. Move along....or -if you make me roll my eyes you can sod off. 
  5. Why you’re awake at 3am. But then- See above. 

super snow...


We have had record levels of snow, - of course, for our first winter here lets do it properly! ;) the pictures above are from day one of snow - hahaha I thought that was 'snow' 

Day two taught me exactly what a 'snow day' means! 


we are at over 30cm and snow forecast until at least 2am. 

If nobody hears from me for a while - send cake.... 


December daily


So excited to create December Daily this year. I've been making this scrapbook of our daily December life for years, but this year, here in our new home, it takes on a new purpose! 

This is the front cover and I will be sharing some of the daily pages too. 

I have land envy

I thought I found a grave this morning out on my hike.  Weirdly randomly placed 'gravestone' half way up the hill in a very windswept gorgeous moorland. Peering at the lichen covered writing I could just about read Lord someone dated 18 something ... 

 When I got home Google wasn't helping, and insisted there were no gravestones on this path.  Round and round I went on google, until finally... I found it.

Not a gravestone, but one of a collection of early 1800's boundary stones.  You can read it here.

 Its grade II listed!
And you can see Earl of Ashbourne mentioned here. And note his family at one point, had almost 8000 acres of Wales. {But lived in Sussex.... ? this is just greedy...} This is the most beautiful area, with the boundary stone overlooking stunning views,  and I am deeply envious of his 8000 acres.



Apparently there are not many pictures of it online, so there you go, Consider yourself lucky to view it ;) 

these two

...are almost one year old!


I cant believe they are this old already - they still answer the the shout of 'babies' when bring them in from the fields.  They were rescued from the road to the slaughter house before we even had land and caused many a fun adventure as we learnt exactly how to look after a goat - and also a) how loud they can be! and b) how good at escaping ANYTHING they are.

We adore them. Never have you met such loving animals - they will ditch food for cuddles, and just want your company, nothing else. They will eat/steal/attempt to to eat all toggles, buckets, zips, and buttons however. They give kisses, and like rich tea biscuits an awful lot.

Taken from their mother far far too early - at approx two weeks old - they were used in a 'children's farm' so the paying visitors could bottle feed them. They were bottle feed too often, and then when they begin to outgrown the need for milk - at just under four months- they were shipped out and the next lot of babies shipped in. And when I say 'shipped out' I do mean slaughtered.  I don't have a problem with correctly raised farm animals ending up that way, - its how farms work, right? but a supply chain of babies for mere 'fun' and profit? yes; I do have a problem. This constant round of babies in and out is quite shocking - the numbers are awful.  I was that naive I thought all children farms were lovely places where animals grew old and stayed forever. hahahah. 

Anyhow, stood in a barn full of goats and only being able to pick two was pretty hard. I had limited funds, and no land of my own. So I give these two my all, I make sure they have the best life, and are looked after and happy. For all the ones I cant save I suppose.  This is Herbie, and Walter. Living the high life in their own woodlands in Wales.  If you ever need a cuddle and a friendly chewed button or two, then please call in. 


*disclaimer, they don't normally wear scarves. However we had just finished our Christmas photoshoot! ;)