Tag: Cumbria

A pretty Cumbrian village . . . . . . festive windows . . . . . . and doors. Ben, the friendly cat . . . A fine local food market . . . And a wonderful birthday meal. In case you are wondering, the food at L’Enclume was just as amazing as you […]

Herdwick lamb Mel, Felix and I – setting up shop Wearing our Deco cardigans, and ready for, um, action. . . Woolfest throng Periphery Susan’s stand was utterly delectable. Everything was displayed so beautifully. Customers admiring Helen’s gorgeous wares. Natalie’s fab herd-of-sheep stitch markers. Jen and Nic having a giggle. Lily France looking fabulous in […]

Here is the first thing I saw in 2010 . . . . . . and here is the second . . . Tom preparing the first cup of tea of the decade — a welcome sight on an incredibly chilly morning. We saw in 2010 in a tent by the edge of Crummock Water. […]

There has been much talk over the past few days about the general handsomeness, and nobility of the ovine. Here is a supreme example. Just look at that marvellous phizog! So calm, so gentle, so self-contained, so . . .sheepy! I spent a long time admiring this fine herdwick at woolfest the other day, and […]

Guess where I’ve been? We had an amazing weekend (more on the fest shortly) but I thought I’d begin with where it concluded — a walk up Blencathra. Dominating the skyline of the Northern Lakes with its craggy buttresses and dark gulleys, this is a really distinctive and deservedly popular mountain. Predictably, we plumped for […]

I’ve been tagged by two of my favourite blog buddies, Helen and Suzanne. Helen was kind enough to name me as a kreativ blogger (thankyou Helen!) while Suzanne‘s tag involves doing something complicated – nay, well nigh apocalyptic – with six bloggers and the sixth photo in your computer’s sixth folder. Now, I know that […]

(warning: long post!) Guess where I’ve been this weekend? (Bruno, the North Ronaldsay ram). . . . to marvel at some wonderful beasties . . . (these two lovely ladies belong to Robin and Caroline Sandys-Clarke of Why not Alpacas) . . .and the stuff that comes off their backs . . . . . […]