R's rue

Stainsby Farm, Stainsby Stainsby is a tiny village in North East Derbyshire. It has just eleven  houses. Stainsbybrook is even smaller. Yesterday, I parked Clint between the two diminutive settlements. "How long are you going to be this time?" he quizzed me with emphasis on "this". "Oh not too long. Two and a half hours maximum." "Well get moving then!" he sighed. It was a lovely afternoon as I followed paths over the fields then down under the M1 motorway to Hardwick Park which sits in the shadow of Hardwick Hall. The historic site is managed by The National Trust and they even have a little shop which was open to visitors. There I treated myself to a cone of vanilla ice cream which I consumed at a picnic bench surveying Miller's Pond. The Great Pond, Hardwick Park The temperature was so balmy under a milky blue sky and I was glad that I had opted not to wear a jacket. At Hardstoft I saw a couple approaching along the field path. ...

 Enjoying living and simply taking time to savor  the little things from R's rue https://ift.tt/3lJRUuP

I heard this for the first time recently  This and other similar experiences I witness everyday are why I need a holiday this week I’ve booked holidays from work every 8 to 12 weeks or so  Prudent me thinks from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3lGGd8i

I’m on holiday for most of this week. I promised I’d work an extra 12 hour shift on Saturday to cover a colleague’s birthday, but that seems an age away now. I need a break from death and dying this week. Today I’ve shopped and got all giddy in the supermarket as we in Wales can now buy things that are not essential  What did I buy? I heard you all ask Six painting canvases, eight pairs of underpants and a packet of bird nuts I’m a mad bitch I’ve done laundry and washed duvet sets, and towels and blankets and hung them on the field gate and picked daffodils from the field border, placing them in an old fashioned milk bottle given to me by my cousin from a local dairy.  I’ve only seen Animal Helper Pat today. She was dragging a canvas bag of garden detritus to the field bonfire for burning.  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/31jYS0t