It’s probably not pronounced Straight On, but it still made me smile.
Watched a bike race.
Learned to make croissants and Danish pastries.
Listened to the blues whilst drinking beer at Tramlines.
Went to the seaside.
Got up early and made the most of the day.
Had a lazy lie in bed with coffee and the newspaper.
Rode a carousel.
Shared fish and chips with Jonathan Livingstone the Herring Gull. (Yes, yes, I know I shouldn’t have.)
Saw a black dog climb out of the sea at Whitby. Yes, really. Then it disappeared. (But only around the corner.)
Accidentally attended a tea dance. Took part in the tea aspect, but not the dance.
Decided I need to Say No to Magic and vary my reading matter for a while.
Did crosswords, killer Sudoku and Futoshiki puzzles.
Enjoyed beautiful Peak District countryside and a pub lunch whilst out walking with colleagues.
Enjoyed it so much, that we did it again.
Finished a huge writing job, involving a most unwieldy document, then discovered Scrivener. Ah well, at least I know for next time.
Discovered that L. S. Lowry once lived around the corner from my Mum’s new place.
Met up with friends. Said we must do this more often. Meant it. (But haven’t done it yet.)
Visited the Yorkshire Moores.
Visited the Yorkshire Moors. Fylingdales looks very impressive all lit up.
Got soaking wet in a thunderstorm.
Had a holiday in Scotland.
Enjoyed the smiles on the A Level and GCSE results days.
Saw a lizard scuttling very quickly and a slow worm moving almost imperceptibly.
Took hundreds of photographs. (Am still sorting through those.)
Tried some new recipes.
Had a picnic on Flamborough Head.
Tried a new approach to language learning. Learned more German words in 2 weeks than in the previous 2 months. Woohoo!
Did a lot of work in the garden, then sat back and enjoyed the view.
Rode in a boat so I could visit a castle.
Visited a town full of bookshops. Somehow managed to come home with only one book.
Picked blackberries. Baked a crumble. Nom nom nom.
I started with the aim of making every day count. I think I managed it.
Back to work today, but no students, they appear on Monday. Hope they’ve made every day count as well.
Mr TLC is a bit of a classic car fan. Our car does not resemble a classic, but we like spotting more venerable vehicles as we trundle around. We used to mark sightings with a shout of “Classic car!” but at some point that changed to a hearty cry of “M1ldred!”. All old vehicles score, but actual M1ldreds are obviously worth extra points (not that we keep count).
2. Say it with Sandra
Sandra’s dulcet tones have prevented many rows in the TLC-mobile. Since we purchased our first Sandra-SatNav, irritable exchanges between driver and navigator have become a distant memory. Our current Sandra is a pretty good navigator, but she does have a few linguistic quirks, which have resulted in us engaging in a strange call and response activity every time we use her.
We generally respond to Sandra’s odd pronunciations by repeating them back to her in an enthusiastic manner, but we do make an exception for Bakewell, or as Sandra prefers to say Bake Well, which elicits a chorus of “for 40 minutes”.
Sometimes Sandra wins the game by leaving us so totally baffled that we fail to repeat what she has said. She did very well in Normandy last Autumn, making a decent attempt at saying the name of every place that we visited, until we headed back to Cherbourg. It took us a little while to equate that with the town of Sherry Boo that Sandra wanted us to head for. Sounded like a dodgy 1970s cocktail to me.
A trip to Wales resulted in something too bizarre to describe adequately. As we crossed the border, Sandra switched to saying the place names in Welsh. At least, I assume she was trying to speak Welsh. I can’t even begin to offer a phonetic representation of what she was saying. It bore no resemblance to any Welsh place names and it was certainly beyond us to repeat her efforts. Still, she got us to our destination, which is the reason we have her in the car.
3. Dickens or Disney
Some places have brilliant names. After years of seeing signposts for for the excellently named Hadfield Padfield, I was a little disappointed to find out that Hadfield and Padfield are actually two separate places. By that time we had also spotted the sign to Shirley Longford (alas, also two separate places) and invented the game of Dickens or Disney.
I always imagined Hadfield Padfield as being a Dickensian gentleman, whereas Shirley Longford is definitely a character from a cheerful Disney movie. Dry Drayton? Has to be Dickens. Cherry Hinton? Disney.
Of course, sometimes we just admire the views as we travel from place to place. Are we nearly there yet?
We took advantage of a fine day on Tuesday to enjoy a walk with some colleagues. We set off from Youlgreave and headed to Lathkill Dale.
There was a diversion to Over Haddon for some lunch. It’s a picture-book village, with a nice pub and some excellent views over the local area.
In fact, there were great views throughout the day…
… and several interesting finds, including a repurposed telephone box and a gatepost with an impressive moustache:
That ticks all my boxes for a perfect walk: great company, beautiful scenery, decent weather, interesting things to look at and a conveniently located pub. Nice.
Thanks to J, L, Mr TLC and T (who is surely the Best Behaved Dog in Derbyshire) for a grand day out
We sometimes struggle to finish the jumbo crossword in our Saturday newspaper, but that challenge seems small compared with this week’s Radio Times crossword. Mr TLC is currently looking at the clue for 3456 down. This may take some time…
Found them on the 2011 census website we did.
The 2011 census data site is a bit of an internet rabbit hole. Having started browsing I spent a surprisingly long time discovering data about the area where I live.
I thought the religion section was particularly interesting. There were religions I had never even heard of. In fact, some of the categories themselves are quite intriguing, although the supporters of the campaign to get heavy metal recognised as a religion will doubtless be disappointed to see themselves listed as “No religion: Heavy Metal”.
Should you wish to disappear down the rabbit hole for yourself, you will find the UK 2011 census data at http://www.ukcensusdata.com/
Thanks to Blue Witch for the link!
How much is too much? We have plenty of space in the back of the car, but when buying bags of sand and pebbles as we did today, the big concern isn’t space, it’s weight. I didn’t want to do more trips to the builders’ merchant than necessary, neither did I want to be the idiot who overloaded her car and gave the AA man a funny story to tell. My solution involved what might be described as non-standard units.
As we stood looking at our trolley of goods, debating whether we already had too much to carry or whether we could manage some more, I realised that I knew what the car could carry safely: the two of us, plus three passengers and a bit of luggage in the back. Now I’m not very good at weights of people in kilograms, but I do know the weights of some cyclists. Adding up the weights of the materials we had so far came to much less than 2 Paolo Bettinis, I was sure we could easily carry more than that. We allowed ourselves a limit of 3 Fabian Cancellaras, which meant we could buy everything we needed. It worked, we made it back up Crookes Mountain with no trouble and without the car feeling overloaded. I like this new unit, next time I’m faced with a similar problem, I’ll be measuring in Cancellaras again.
Image Credit: Fabian Cancellera, cropped by BaldBoris from larger photo ‘Voigt Cancellara TDF 2010 Cambrai ‘by Thomas Ducroquet. Used under Creative Commons Licence, via Wikimedia Commons
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- Futoshiki puzzles are strangely addictive (they are basically Latin Squares/Sudoku with < symbols). I used to enjoy these in my Saturday morning newspaper, but they were brutally axed. Now I’ve discovered that you can play online. Given how long I spent doing this yesterday evening, I’m not sure that this is a good thing.
- It appears that Ginger Cat is a cat burglar. We found some evidence earlier today in the form of a small toy mouse tucked away in one of his favourite spots in the garden. Since this mouse bears no resemblance to any cat toy that we have ever owned, I can only assume that Ginger Cat has been nicking stuff from his alleged second home.
- There are some two legged burglars operating in our area. The Polis have visited us and delivered some advice and an anti-burglary toolkit. This is not quite as impressive as it sounds, since the ‘toolkit’ is actually just a leaflet, filled with great pearls of wisdom along the lines of ‘don’t go out and leave all of your windows open’.
- Presumably the recent spate of burglaries accounts for the unexpected appearance of a Police Community Support Officer on the beat, walking up our road. Not sure he could have caught any burglars though, he looked absolutely shattered and we were taking bets on whether he was going to make it to the top of the hill without stopping. (He did, but only just.) I notice Ginger Cat took one look at him and scarpered. Guilty conscience I reckon.
- I have now been Saying No to Magic for a whole week. After the best part of two years in which my (fiction) reading has consisted almost entirely of sci-fi and fantasy novels, I decided it was time for a change, so I’m aiming for a month of more varied fare. Two crime novels and one fifth of Madame Bovary later, I have to say I’m enjoying it.
This used to be a garden. Several years of neglect have taken their toll. We started doing some cutting back, but we didn’t get far – we spent too much time running away to the seaside every time the weather was fine. Still, we had an enjoyable summer and at least we made a start on the gardening front.
Some fine weather permitted pruning of apple trees, which got us started on a rather major garden clearance project. Pruning the giant buddleia at the end of the garden revealed that it was very rotten, so down it came. The pine tree that had got completely out of hand soon followed. The garden still looked a mess, but it was opening out. Suddenly there was space to hang out the washing. Woohoo!
Two trenches dug, two retaining walls built – it seemed like a huge amount of work for two apparently tiny walls. However, the end of the garden is looking like a place where things might actually grow. There are spaces to keep wheelie bins and compost boxes hiding behind the small conifer tree near the end of the garden.
There is supposed to be a paved area in the middle of the garden (grass doesn’t do well in this small north-facing space), but most of the paving slabs are so sunken and overgrown that they have disappeared from view. Fixing that will be the next big project, but it has to wait until exam season is over.
What a difference a year makes! The old paving slabs were all removed (some of them even came out in one piece!), the area was levelled (I can’t believe how much bigger it looks) and paving laid out ready to go back in.
Not finished, but getting there. We even had a go at sitting in the garden with a nice cup of coffee. Well, I had just been given a very fine new mug.
Once upon a time, when I first lived in Sheffield, my housemates and I were fairly regular customers at Beanies Wholefoods. Officially described as a wholefoods cooperative, it sells a wide variety of vegetarian foods and greengrocery and is an Aladdin’s cave for lovers of good food.
Despite only living a short distance away, I had slipped out of the habit of shopping at Beanies. These days our groceries tend to come form a mixture of the supermarket and our local traders in Crookes. In fact, I had slipped out of the habit to the extent that I never even thought about Beanies when trying to track down various ingredients after my favourite deli closed a few years ago. However my memory was jogged when Beanies got mentioned in conversation during my Pastries in a Day course at The Showroom. I decided it was time to pay a return visit.
There is an amazing array of products on offer for such a small space, including lots of fresh fruit and vegetables, spices, grains and some beautiful looking bread. They also had an ingredient which has proved elusive in recent years – fresh yeast. It has to be ordered in, but they supplied me with a small bag with just a couple of ounces of yeast, plenty for some home baking. Lovely. Guess what I’m doing today?
I’m not sure why I neglected Beanies for so long, but I’m sure I’ll be making a return visit quite soon.