Jaunting and Jollies

I've finally been away this year - and to two places in Europe in two weeks
The dh and I wizzed off to Valenca to visit our old friends from the pub in Benington who moved to Spain earlier this year. They now live in an aincent hill village an hour or so from Valencia and it was so emotional seeing them waitng at the airport for us. Their house is a typical village house and hundreds of years old, all nooks and crannies and hidden courtyards, as a designer I loved it. We were taken all over the area, to mountain viewpoints a castle topped hill town where the houses were built into the hillside (literally - when the owners wanted more rooms they tunnelled back into the mountain!) We ate really well - since Barb was the pub's chef! and had a fab tapas meal at a bar on the dh's birthday, with battered calamari to die for! Another visit was to the local Bodega/Cooperativa to buy wine and local honey. 'Oh', I said after we got back to the house. 'We can't take it back to the UK it's a liquid!' And we had 10 litres of wine in boxes. 'No problem,' said the dh. He took all the shoes out of the case and packed the lot. Needless to say I gave dire threats about what would happen if my clothes were covered with wine, but despite being JUST on the weight we made it back. The wine is great and the honey the best I've ever tasted!

Bucholic Frolics!

Well it's all been happening in our village the last couple of months!
July saw our 'Wheelbarrow Race' a happening unique to Braughing. Usually it rains which adds to the fun but this year it held off - well mostly! It consists of grown men dressed up often as 'ladies' pushing each other n decorated wheelbarrows round the village past two pubs and drinking at each before wheeling themselves through the ford which has been dammed up for the evening. Everyone gets soaked, the kids throw paper bags of flour at the contestants and then everyone drinks and dances in the street till the early hours - even if it rains. Somehow it remains amazingly good-humoured and happy. It's rather nice to wander the village street, glass in hand and chat to friends and neighbours!

This last weekend we went to the local pop festival! Well I say festival - some friends open their garden to an invited audience to picnic - drink (of course) look at paintings in their house and listen and dance to a band called Soul Kitchen who are a brilliant Soul and Blues band and great entertainment. We met up with some friends and danced happily all night AGAIN!

Fun today collecting dd and family from Stansted after their hols and returning here for a quick family supper. Naomi (nearly three) entertained us with the new song she had learnt in French at the kids club - great accent by the way! We were way impressed, maybe next time she will learn to speak English!

Escape Time - off the the Romantic Novelist Conference

Finally after 18 months of planning we had to call off the Robin Hood Ball. We just couldn't sell enough tickets. I was pretty pissed off as you can imagine, but there was a silver lining. It meant I could go to the RNA conference which I had thought I was going to miss as it was the same weekend. So off I went to Chichester University with the car loaded to the gills. Well the weather forecast was so bad I took everything just in case.
Booking so late meant I wasn't in the main complex but tucked away in a student house one of 12 or so empty houses behind a line of huge trees. Just me, four bedrooms and a bathroom straight out of Bates Motel. I took one look at the shower and quickly decided I would wash instead. God! It was so scary! I chose a downstairs room and hoped for the best. Fine, until I got back from the bar and as I was getting into bed realised I had left the car lights on. So...I got dressed again and then found the dodgy front door lock (which even the uni man had struggled with) had locked itself, locking me inside in the process. I tried the back door but couldn't get round the wire fence and trees, so finally I climbed out of the very narrow, very high window ending up at one point with one foot somewhere round my ear and the other on the ground! Thank goodness I was once a dancer! Then I had to spend another 20 minutes trying to unlock the front door. And where were the security men when you needed them? Mind you, it might have taken some explaining!
Apart from that it was a great conference. The only photos I took were in the bar on night one, this one is M&B author Cathy Wade alias Kate Walker getting into the routine - (sorry Cathy!!) Lots of old mates to gossip with, some super workshops - and of course lots of books to buy apart from the goody bag full of them. I got Katie Fforde's new one Marraige Season and Giselle Green's Pandora's Box as well as Jane Wenham Jones's Writing Guide. Jane's talk was such a hoot I had to have it. Her story of the yoghurt and cucumber has us all howling with laughter - and in a chapel as well! And no - I won't tell all the story suffice to say it involved an Egyptian massuesse and the afore mentioned ingredients. Never have a Spa Experience in Egypt, girls!!!!

House

Well we are finally beginning to have a new chunk of house!! The photos show the progress from timber frame to a building of sorts. OK, so far it is a glorified drying area cum toystore but the bones are there. However we are now stuck, thanks to our antiquated planning system. As we are Grade II listed we have to ask permission for everything to do with the appearance of the house even if we disagree with the verdict of the planners.surveyors/listed building surveyors - and they charge us for every letter so if we argue it costs!!??! The dh won't let me anywhere near them in case I upset them. Upset them? I'd hang the lot - preferably from our unfinished extension. We are informed we have to have 4 different roof finishes. FOUR - I ask you. No way are we allowed to thatch the new bit so it blends in with the old, oh no. It has to have clay tiles, and then slate on the second section of roof (another listed buildings requiment) This plus the small area of felted flat roof - you get the picture? Look carefully at the picture of the back and you can see the problem. Oh, and in this age of climate change and sky high heating bills we are NOT allowed double glazing - SINGLE ONLY.
Our lovely 16th century cottage was rescued from dereliction in the sixties by an eccentric, alcoholic, caftan-wearing American, who helped it along by putting picture windows all along the back in a long dormer. Consequently this was part of the listing. So we have the perfect cottage on the street front (see the pink one in the picture)and a sixties nightmare at the back.
The pictures show the extent so far of the building inside and out, and a view of the garden so far being protected from the ravages of building. There is a line across the lawn that the builders are not allowed to cross and so far it is working. In fact the dh has worked so hard on the garden that he is trying very hard.
Speaking of that, we had our 25th Wedding anniversary this week with a party held at my daughter's house (in the circumstances a brilliant idea - thank you Caroline)
It was great to see lots of friends and family we haven't seen in a while and for once the weather was great. I wil post pictures eventually but I have to rely on others as I didn't have time to take any - too busy talking! But we did get given several presents of roses bushes from my favourite David Austin and a really cute statue of a little girl. Of which my little g-d kept going up to and saying 'hello little girl'!
Today I finally had had enough of dust everywhere after yesterdays onslaught on th side of the existing house - there is only so much 16th century dirt a girl can tolerate, so I had a major clean-up. Washed rugs and windows, polished furniture, I felt great and can look the house in the eye for at least a day! But they'll be back...

22nd May Off to Chelsea

Today dd and I sneaked a day off and hightailed it up to the Chelsea Flower Show. I made a really strong decision NOT to buy anything! And in fact I was prety good, a pair of small topiary shears for my box hedging (mainly because dh always leaves his so blunt I can't use them) Oh and some hyacinth bulbs for nest spring. I have a thing about hyacinths, they smell so gorgeous and pop up out of no-where just before evrything else. I got a deep blue and a very strong pink to go with the pale pink and white I got last year. Somehow we have developed a routine when we go to the show, straight to the big marquee and David Austin roses, the Caribbean stands, roses, pinks, the dutch bulbs, delphiniums and orchids. The scent in there is fantastic you just breath flowers, and it never seems too crowded, it's easy to see everything and talk to the stand holders. I took a mangled sample flower with me and the lovely man at David Austin gave me a name for it in seconds - and a quick lecture on its history! Naturally we had to have a glass of Pimms, it wouldn't be Chelsea without that! However we took sandwiches this year, the restaurants are SO expensive and take ages. This was my second trip to London in a week, last week I went up for the Romantic Novelists Annual Summer party at the Institute of Mechanical Engineers Library in Birdcage Walk. A huge impressive building full of gossiping novelists. I caught up with lots of old friends I hadn't seen for some time and really enjoyed it.

Finally we have lift-off!

After FOUR years of planning applications we finally got started on our extention! All we wanted was one small room on the back to house a new staircase thus freeing up the dining room of stairs, you'd think we were asking for the moon!
Anyway, the dh and his oppo got going this week, knee-deep in wet concrete and the back garden looks like the Somme, it hardly seems to have stopped raining since. I am consolling myself that soon I will have more space and his office willl be out of the livng room - and I will be able to watch the telly I want to watch. Why is golf, football, snooker, etc the mainstay of men's lives? It is never off the TV and when it is it's University Challenge and Mastermind closely followed by Jeremy flaming Clarkson!

Had to laugh last night, I went to babysit my daughter's children and the littlest one (nearly three) bounced into the house back from nursery with 'hello Nanny where's Ho-HO?' Why she calls the dh Ho-Ho we have no idea but she has done ever since she could get the words out. He even answers to it now!

A village evening

Last night was just a bit different. We went to a church service and re-newed our wedding vows along with a few dozen other couples. Really touching, until the dh - being told to kiss his wife - was discovered to be chewing gum!!! We even had champagne afterwards, and wedding cake served at the back of the church, so civilised!
Saturday was different too. Our favourite pub landlords have finally decided they have had enough of battling breweries and the chancellor and are going to live in Spain. So Saturday was their send-off and leaving do. Lots of tears and laughs, loads of wine and hugs. We shall really miss them as it has become such a nice habit to just run over to Dave and Barbs and be sure of a welcome any time. We used to live very close to the Bell but now we are further away it is more of a journey but it was well worth the effort.