Leicestershire

They say that our mini-heatwave will only last for one more day. I am sorry that I have not been visiting other people's blogs very much nor responding to comments as usual. There just hasn't been the time. I am writing this at 6am before going back to bed for another forty winks. Today we hope to visit Rutland Water - a vast reservoir in the heart of the smallest county.

Yesterday, we visited Foxton Locks on The Grand Union Canal. Constructed in the early nineteenth century, the ten locks form a  kind of staircase for narrow boats. Nowadays the traffic is all about leisure but once the locks were all about trade and commerce. The Grand Union Canal became a vital economic artery long before the railways.

At Foxton Locks

After Foxton Locks, Clint took us to Market Harborough where we mooched around in the sunshine, visited a few shops and had lunch in a Wetherspoons pub called "The Sugar Loaf" - named after the grocery store that once occupied the site. Apparently, it was where townsfolk bought their precious sweetener, scraped from hardened pinnacles of sugar. I never knew about this custom. Nowadays we take bags of refined sugar for granted but once the substance was both new and relatively expensive.

The Square, Market Harborough

After stocking up with provisions in the Sainsburys superstore, we headed back to Tugby. Before our evening meal, I  went for a short walk in nearby farmland to capture  a "Geograph" square I had previously missed. See the top picture. A farmer is chain harrowing a harvested wheatfield. It is, I think,  a quintessential image of rural England at the very end of summer as autumn gradually takes over.

Also seen yesterday - the butter cross (on the right) in the village of Hallaton


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Holiday Day Two

Holiday day two today. 
I’m off to Mostyn Art Gallery tomorrow afternoon then I’m catching up with an old friend for dinner. I want to plan “holiday”  things after today.
Today was another “ jobs catch up day”
Mandy & Sailor John from next door gave me an old bookcase a while ago .
It was a utilitarian, ugly piece that sucked the life out of my office/ spare bedroom
Yesterday, I sanded it down and painted it a cheerful gentle  yellow with the paint leftover from the living room.
A bit rustic but certainly an improvement 
I’ve gone all DIY 


 



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Mom

High road
Despite
The low blow
The ego
Takes a bruising 
When you reform
Your way of thinking
Every action
Does not
Require
Reaction

Disappointment is inevitable. Of that I am sure. I’m having to reframe the situation. Every setback brings an opportunity to find the reward meant for me. Slapping on the band-aid and commencing in a forward direction. Practice what you preach, girl. Live it out. Climb the mountain, swim the lap, find your footing. The world is my oyster. Mom always says there’s more than one way to achieve the goal. Pivot, don’t despair. Each day I have to remember this. Live it out, once again, I say. 

Best advice, Mom ever gave?


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Stand Off

 

Ozzie

My sister brought her dog, Ozzie up to the cottage for the night.
The whole family is attending a wedding in October and for that  night Ozzie will be coming up to Trelawnyd to be babysat.
He has never been parted from my sister before.
Now I am an old hand at introducing new dogs into the household…god knows I’ve had enough experience and the secret to it has always been , stay calm, remove leads, and show everyone you are the boss.
Ozzie’s introduction to Dorothy and Mary was fine. They had all met before on the occasional walk so after the initial sniff and greet all three settled down on their respective chairs and rugs to rest as I blogged and watched tv from my place on the trendy blue sofa.
Then Albert appeared on the stairs.

Now Albert despises new dogs 
To him they are irritating stupid beings that need to be driven out of his peaceful life and home.
And his eyes flashed a cold gold behind the bannisters.

I watched the drama unfold and almost held my breath. 
Ozzie was oblivious . 
He was a bit unsettled, which was understandable and after sitting for a while he decided to explore the cottage. While he was in the kitchen, Albert walked stiffly down the stairs and sat behind the little yellow armchair under the stairs. 
Ozzie walked past him twice without knowing he was there and as he was upstairs sniffing at Dorothy’s old wee stain on the office rug, Albert stalked into the kitchen after giving me a very angry look.
The inevitable meeting came  moments later.

Ozzie looked at Albert with a surprised expression on his face as the cat walked back slowly into the living room.
He jumped forward without thinking, giving a little woof as he did so.
And Albert reared up, yowled loudly and swiftly boxed Ozzie’s face with at least six smart very sharp jabs 

The drama was over and Dorothy hadn’t even opened one sleepy eye.

Ozzie hid behind the draught excluder by the front door for a while.
Albert gave himself a victory walk around the living room and then sat on the arm of the sofa next to me and licked his arse and a relaxed manner. 

As Ozzie silently watched, Albert then rubbed heads with me ( to underline his social standing) and then very slowly got up and walked up the stairs to bed.


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