R's rue

In November 2018, I blogged about a walk I took on Longstone Edge. There I came across a small stone platform upon which was a metal plaque that read "Ruby's Chair". You can read about it here . It was a mystery until last weekend when the platform's maker got in touch with me and kindly provided this explanation:- "Hi Longstone Moor Farm was run by my family from 1943 to 2020 and I have spent a lot of time up there. About 9 years ago me and my daughter who was 8 years old at the time were having a picnic on Taylor Lane. In the lane was an old broken limestone gate post and I said let's make a chair with it. So me and my daughter Ruby set to building it and she worked so hard I thought it would be nice to make a copper plaque with her name on. I fitted the plaque to the chair with two rivets with my initials stamped on N S. If you sit on the chair facing into the chair you will see an iron ring set in rock with lead on the other side of the lane. I have s...

  I’ve blogged ( more or less) every day since 2006 It’s a labour of love and strange as it may seem, it’s never been a chore, even on days like today when I’ve finally managed to sit down after a work shift minutes after 9 pm, I never not want to write at least  something. Blogging is a friend I need to say hello to every day  The Great British Sewing Bee is on the tv, the dogs have been fed and walked and I’m wondering what to chat about. I want to be urbane and witty and wisecracking tonight, but it just won’t bounce forth and that’s fine ,   And so I’ve slipped on my fat bastard jogger bottoms , lit the fire and am now watching the 12 talented and rather sweet sewing nerds do their thing, as my feet throb gently like two  hairy and slightly podgy Belisha beacons. Hey ho.........hey ho from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3djFyHu

Every baby has two sets of grandparents. Phoebe is fortunate because all four of her grandparents are still breathing. However, until Monday of this week her other grandparents had never met her. They live two hundred miles away in Bristol and had previously only seen our little princess via "Zoom" and "Facetime". That's what COVID has done - keeping families apart, upsetting the normal order of things. With a slackening of England's pandemic regulations this week, Stew's parents headed north and this is the very moment that they first met Phoebe in the flesh. It is a picture of joy and can you see how the beloved granddaughter is smiling for Granddad? Perhaps not - so I have snipped and enlarged that part of the photo. She will be three months old tomorrow...   from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/3df8hx0