Sunday, 31 December 2017

Happy New Year!

Are you  ready? you are, all aboard then , there's enough room for everyone,shuffle up and do make yourselves comfy, the coachman is just telling the horses that they are to bring you safely to Shingle Cottage, it's a cold wintry night and the setting skies are glowing red... off you go, the horses are galloping through the country lanes with  sparks flying from their hooves,their warm breath making fluffy clouds into the night sky, hold on tight as the coach turns the corner, over the hills and dales as snow flakes pass by your window, it's New Years Eve and it won't be long until you are here ...



As you thunder past the dark woods owls hoot into the darkness, down the lanes you go until you come to a turning on your right.....ahh I can see you from my kitchen window! your here, welcome,welcome , hello, nice to meet you at last, come on in make yourselves at home....


It's warm in the kitchen as I have been cooking mince pies ready for you arriving, let's close the door and  leave the cold outside...


Beatrix wakey wakey we have visitors.... little Beatrix is tired after her roast dinner earlier today and look the fire is only glowing.. come in everyone it's nice and warm by the fireside... 


I'm just going to  put a few scoops of coal and a log or two and the fire will soon be roaring, can I get you a drink? a glass of bubbly maybe? help yourselves to a mince pie..


Oops I think the rattling of the coal bucket has woken a little someone up and she is just in time and so are you....


It's nearly midnight,shall we gather by the Christmas tree, lets all join hands....sing up everyone!



'Should all acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind,
Should all acquaintance be forgot and the days of auld land syne,

For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet for the sake of auld lang syne.

Let's have a drink or maybe two or maybe three or four
Or five or six or seven or eight or maybe more.

For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup of kindness yet for the sake of auld lang syne. 

When it gets to closing time and if you still want more,
I know a pub in Inverness that never shuts its door.

For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup of kindness yet for the sake of auld lang syne.'


HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Wishing you all the very best for the New Year ahead and I hope 2018 is filled with love and happiness for us all.

With heaps of love x
Will you join me next time for more tales and goings on from Shingle Cottage....
X

Saturday, 30 December 2017

Nearly New Year




Well it's nearly New Year, time to say goodbye to the old and ring in the new..

England has been covered in a blanket of snow this last week or two and a few weeks ago we woke to huge flakes swirling by, I love snow it's no secret so I was beyond happy seeing our cottage garden looking like a snow globe as Beatrix and I enjoyed our buttered toast..


The snow fell for hours and was nice and thick,we even had it piled up a little when we opened the kichen door.


Out in the cottage garden all the lovely summer flowers that I didn't cut down on purpose were covered in fluffy snow, I used to cut everything down and tidy up in autumn but the seed heads feed the birds and it also looks so pretty when the snow falls..


'Feed the birds tuppence a bag'

Our little feathered friends here enjoying their breakfast, I feed our birds the whole year through as I love to see them from the kitchen window when i'm washing the dishes. 


Doesn't everything look lovely with a touch of snow?


Ruby red rosehips glowing outside the window..


I wished this little snow drift on the kitchen windowsill could have stayed longer it looked so oldy wordly as you turned the key in the front door..



Inside it has been lovely and cosy with the fire burning brightly..



I had saved my pennies since June and upon emptying my money box I found I had enough to buy some more vintage baubles at a vintage fair I visited  before Christmas.. 


I have been collecting them for a few years and my dear  Mum kindly gave me my Grandma's old glass baubles to start of my collection


I chose different colours and different shapes and popped down to town for a string of old fashioned colour lights to trim the  potted Christmas tree that Steve surprised me with in my last post..


It was lovely to finally have enough for a small tree  just like Grandma's..


 Pink and gold


Flowers and blue too..



Well I have to go now as Steve is whispering something about mince pies and a cup of tea :) 

 I hope your Christmas has been Merry and bright and thank you for stopping by..... brrrr i'm going to close the kitchen door now, goodbye, take care, i'll wave to you from the window, hurry home now and button up your coat..


Bye.. see you in the New Year... please would you mind closing the garden gate so Beatrix doesn't follow you out onto the lane, thank you, see you soon... 


Will you join me in the New Year for more tales and goings on from Shingle Cottage?

X

Saturday, 23 December 2017

The Week Before Christmas

Up early just as the sun began to shine and out  into the car, little Beatrix peeping in the wing mirror as the heater blew out warm air as we drove out of our little town.... off we go.....


The sun didn't shine for long and freezing mist clung to icy fields as we hurried by....


Past Christmas trees...


With Beatrix on my knee wrapped in blankets...


And a van in front saying Potter, that made me smile...



Past a village pond with a wonderful cross....


And passing village pubs....






To hand deliver Christmas cards and presents to our waiting Mothers...


We stayed a few days and I cuddled and cuddled my Mum's dog, he has just had an operation and thankfully he is ok but a little wobbly after the anaesthetic and he is fourteen, so lots of love for this sweet boy...


Mum went shopping with Steve and came home with bags of sweets and crisps and we switched on the lamps as night fell and watched Miss Potter, one of my favourite bits is when a young Beatrix watches her parents go out for the evening and outside awaits a pumpkin and six bunnies with little mice as foot men....


After a lovely few days and taking flowers to the cemetery for our loved ones that are no longer with us we were back on the road, back through the little villages with wreaths on their doors..


And past hedgerows with dark silhouettes of trees covered in birds  against the winter skies....


Home to our cottage by the sea were logs had been delivered and the coal man had filled the coal shed too... come on Steve only another twenty wheel barrows full :)


Stacked  by the fireside to  warm fingers and toes...


Candles are burning brightly....


The larder is full and our feathered friends in the garden are stocked up too...


Santa on cereal, a cheery start to the day!..... Ho Ho Ho!..


Steve surprised me with a potted  blue spruce Christmas tree that we are hoping to grow in the garden in the New Year..


The kitchen is toasty with the oven warming as I roll Mum's ginger cookie dough, Mum made these every Christmas and I made a batch this year that I took home for her....
 

From little balls of dough to chewy ginger cookies, yum!..


I made sure I picked up the Christmas edition on Down Your Way, such lovely old stories from our beloved Yorkshire....


I also popped into the bakery for a little Christmas log to enjoy with a nice cup of tea....well it is Christmas after all.. I shall tell you about the vintage baubles next time..


Well I best go as I have a few more presents to wrap and tomorrow it's Christmas Eve!

Are you all ready? I hope you are enjoying the run up to the big day!

Will you join me next time for more tales and goings on from Shingle Cottage?...

xXx