Showing posts with label todmorden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label todmorden. Show all posts

Monday, 19 July 2021

Welcome to the weekend



Welcome to the weekend 


SATURDAY


Basket at the ready, eh up there’s something missing.
No not the wandering welder, he’s getting the car out ready
for the off.


It’s a brooch.  A girl has to have a brooch or one is quite
underdressed haha.  Certainly not underfed from this angle.

So off we set, over the moors to visit our favourite market town,
Todmorden in Yorkshire. A twenty minute picturesque drive
from our house in Whitworth, Lancashire.


Today felt like Saturdays used to feel before covid. Relaxed.
The sun was out, the market stalls were full and we
came home with lots of treats and essentials.


Flowers from Petals & Patina, on the inside market, for the
jug I recently bought from THE LINEN GARDEN

Its an early birthday present for me from me. I’m spending
my pension money already.


PICTURE SUNDAY IF YOU WILL


A walk across the moor to post a birthday card.
Flowers and grasses gathered on the way back.

Time to stop and stare.


Back home there’s flowers to be pressed between the pages
of an old sales ledger


Some to put on my desk for inspiration.


and the rest outside where I can investigate their origins further
in the Flowers Show To The Children book from the early 1900’s.



Our local art gallery Touchstones have mounted their
newest exhibition - Grayson Perry’s tapestries.
So I’m sorting a date for us to go.  


Job done and it’s time for tea. French onion savoury
tart with salad and chutney for the wondering welder and a salmon
and asparagus one for me. Bought fresh on Todmorden market yesterday.

Tonight we will be watching the new thriller series Baptiste on BBC1
then trying our best not to binge watch further episodes on IPlayer.


I hope your weekend has been a luvverly one
and whatever the new week brings, make it a good ‘un.

Lynn
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Saturday, 18 July 2020

Lockdown Diary - And that was Saturday


Saturday brought the rain again so out came the brollies and raincoats for our trip over the border to our favourite market town Todmorden.


I picked this mac up a few years ago from a dress agency in Arnside in the Lake District.  I remember coming home with a few things from that trip.  The shopkeeper commented that the outfits I had selected had all come from one lady.  We must have both been the same size and had the same taste.


We've always favoured local market shopping over supermarkets and big towns and today it felt really like life before covid. There is always a good natter with the market traders,  tasty quality food to be bought and our favourite cafe has reopened so we popped in there as well.


The Age Concern charity shop has reopened and I didn’t think I would go in one for sometime but when we checked it out their health precautions were excellent so we went in.  We didn’t buy anything, although Philip spotted a fab pair of gents brogues but they were a tad tight on him so he left them.

The most amazing coincidence happened while I was in the post office setting up a mail redirection to have Auntie Gladys Mail sent to our house.  Turns out the family who have the post office have bought Auntie’s house.  It is to be the daughter’s first home.  I don’t know who was more tearful me or the daughter.  She was so happy to know it was me selling it and I told her how thrilled I was that she was going to live there.  I told her all about how auntie loved the peace and outlook over the fields and how nice the neighbours are.


On the way home we stopped off to see a friend and deliver a few essentials.  Next up I dropped off the wandering welder at the pub.  His Saturday teatime drinking buddy had booked them a two hour table slot.  


After sanitising the shopping and putting it away there was time to finish my book before picking him up again and home for tea and an evening catching up with the papers and settling down to some programmes I’ve recorded.
A BBC1 series “Home is where the Art is” with Nick Knowles. 

Philip reported that he didn’t recognise his mate who he hasn’t seen for three months. He’s grown a beard, moustache and lost over a stone.  Said the weight loss is because he’s not had any beer.  He also reported that he was super impressed with how the pub is run and organised and has no fears of going in again.  That’s good to know, we might get back out there for tea sooner than I thought.


Had a quick walk along the bridal path, then down the next lane before climbing  back up ours to get the old heart pumping.

 

And that my friends was Saturday.

Sunday we are dog sitting Betsy, our neighbours King Charles spaniel, while Brenda goes to her granddaughter’s graduation at home afternoon tea.

Stay safe and only do what you are comfortable with 
Lynn 
X



Lockdown Diary - And that was Saturday


Saturday brought the rain again so out came the brollies and raincoats for our trip over the border to our favourite market town Todmorden.


I picked this mac up a few years ago from a dress agency in Arnside in the Lake District.  I remember coming home with a few things from that trip.  The shopkeeper commented that the outfits I had selected had all come from one lady.  We must have both been the same size and had the same taste.


We've always favoured local market shopping over supermarkets and big towns and today it felt really like life before covid. There is always a good natter with the market traders,  tasty quality food to be bought and our favourite cafe has reopened so we popped in there as well.


The Age Concern charity shop has reopened and I didn’t think I would go in one for sometime but when we checked it out their health precautions were excellent so we went in.  We didn’t buy anything, although Philip spotted a fab pair of gents brogues but they were a tad tight on him so he left them.

The most amazing coincidence happened while I was in the post office setting up a mail redirection to have Auntie Gladys Mail sent to our house.  Turns out the family who have the post office have bought Auntie’s house.  It is to be the daughter’s first home.  I don’t know who was more tearful me or the daughter.  She was so happy to know it was me selling it and I told her how thrilled I was that she was going to live there.  I told her all about how auntie loved the peace and outlook over the fields and how nice the neighbours are.


On the way home we stopped off to see a friend and deliver a few essentials.  Next up I dropped off the wandering welder at the pub.  His Saturday teatime drinking buddy had booked them a two hour table slot.  


After sanitising the shopping and putting it away there was time to finish my book before picking him up again and home for tea and an evening catching up with the papers and settling down to some programmes I’ve recorded.
A BBC1 series “Home is where the Art is” with Nick Knowles. 

Philip reported that he didn’t recognise his mate who he hasn’t seen for three months. He’s grown a beard, moustache and lost over a stone.  Said the weight loss is because he’s not had any beer.  He also reported that he was super impressed with how the pub is run and organised and has no fears of going in again.  That’s good to know, we might get back out there for tea sooner than I thought.


Had a quick walk along the bridal path, then down the next lane before climbing  back up ours to get the old heart pumping.

 

And that my friends was Saturday.

Sunday we are dog sitting Betsy, our neighbours King Charles spaniel, while Brenda goes to her granddaughter’s graduation at home afternoon tea.

Stay safe and only do what you are comfortable with 
Lynn 
X



Monday, 24 July 2017

Two baskets and a wheelbarrow


Saturday
"Are we going out ?" I said to the welder



 "I'm not going in the charity shops or buying anything if we are".


"Why's that" said he.


"Because I've already got 33 short sleeve dresses, 16 sleeveless, 16 long sleeve,
4 pinafores, 14 two piece suits, 26 jackets not including the ones on the rail in the office or the ones in the downstairs wardrobe, 13 pairs of trousers and don't get me started on the mammoth amount of knitwear, boots, shoes and bags.  Oh, and I haven't mentioned blouses and skirts.


I did however get these two baskets 
and a wheelbarrow from our favourite antique shop just in case.




The urge to go in the charity shops was kerbed by having cake and coffee in our favourite eatery
The Old Coop at Todmorden, Yorkshire


Sunday spent the day blending in with my lampshade.
Well it is a day of rest.

Thanks for dropping by
Lynn x

ps.  If you are wondering when I wear all this clobber, well its every day.
Don't you ? I'll admit it is a bit excessive haha







LINK TO VISIBLE MONDAYLINK TO NOT DRESSED AS LAMB

Two baskets and a wheelbarrow


Saturday
"Are we going out ?" I said to the welder



 "I'm not going in the charity shops or buying anything if we are".


"Why's that" said he.


"Because I've already got 33 short sleeve dresses, 16 sleeveless, 16 long sleeve,
4 pinafores, 14 two piece suits, 26 jackets not including the ones on the rail in the office or the ones in the downstairs wardrobe, 13 pairs of trousers and don't get me started on the mammoth amount of knitwear, boots, shoes and bags.  Oh, and I haven't mentioned blouses and skirts.


I did however get these two baskets 
and a wheelbarrow from our favourite antique shop just in case.




The urge to go in the charity shops was kerbed by having cake and coffee in our favourite eatery
The Old Coop at Todmorden, Yorkshire


Sunday spent the day blending in with my lampshade.
Well it is a day of rest.

Thanks for dropping by
Lynn x

ps.  If you are wondering when I wear all this clobber, well its every day.
Don't you ? I'll admit it is a bit excessive haha







LINK TO VISIBLE MONDAYLINK TO NOT DRESSED AS LAMB

Friday, 19 May 2017

To give or not to give that is the question


It is quite a difficult decision whether to give the friend you haven't seen for ages the 
beautiful bouquet of flowers you bought her or whether to keep them for yourself


Hmm !  Let me think 
I'll have a walk round to my favourite antique bookshop
while I decide.



I'll  have a quick browse round as you can never 
get a seat in this place. They keep the chairs on the 
ceiling for some reason.


Maybe if I buy myself a couple of books 
that will help me part with the flowers


.  Better not keep her waiting much longer.

The Old Coop Todmorden

Perhaps I could just grow some of my own


I'll sit and ponder over it some more. 
After all its a very serious matter.


Have you guessed I'm in my happy place of the little market town 
of Todmorden again.

Did I give them to her ?  Of course I did but I kept the books.
Happy Friday over at