October 2010


Tonight we found ourselves in the dark and in a place we did not know. We went for a Halloween walk to clear our heads from all the ongoing projects that seem to be taking more time than expected at the cottage.  We walked in a forest we have never been in, itself a crime as it is so close to us.  As we had no map, nor time to research the layout and routes.  We intended to walk for a while and then turn back. Then, after half an hour we found an old couple walking their dogs.  We chatted to them and they told us some of the routes and included the fact that our current path would return us to the car park.  Another an hour or so later we found our selves safely back at the car park, the wrong car park.  Darkness was upon us and the air around us was quite cold.  The little man was oblivious; he was still sleeping off his last feed and was snuggled into my chest on his carrier.  The lovely Sharon and I were unanimous; construction is the reverse of destruction. We had to reverse our route.  The darkness did not scare us, we loved it (and technically we knew tomorrow night is the proper Halloween).  The cold did not worry us, we would be moving fast.   The fast pace ensured we would work up an appetite and be home in good time to carve our turnips.

Three turnips/pumkins to scare away the ghouls this year.  The third one is for the little man and I carved it to resemble him a little.  Maybe you can tell which one?

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I am friendly, no really I am by Vicki & Chuck Rogers

Today we will be carving our turnips.  Although, we also have a pumpkin at the personal request of the lovely Sharon.  She claimed it would be safer for her to carve.  As calmly and as convincingly as I could I said, “really, are you sure?”  For all of you who know her and are worried; worry not.  Even though it is a pumpkin she will be supervised.

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Tonight we made a little radiator yoghurt.  It seems too simple to make, too good to be true.  A pan, whisk, thermometer and kilner jars need to be scalded with boiled water.  Then a litre of whole milk is heated to 46 degrees and a big dollop of live yoghurt is added.  The sealed jars are then placed on a radiator and covered with something to keep them warm.  As our heating is off overnight, ours are covered with a thick fleece jacket.  In the morning we should have a very fresh yoghurt.  Nice.

A few days ago the lovely Sharon and I found ourselves relaxing with the little man in a cafe in town.  We sat back and read the papers and sipped coffee as our lunch digested.  Then the grandparents arrived and took the little man off our hands leaving us with nothing to coo over.  Half an hour later we found ourselves wandering around and I could not shake the feeling that something was missing.  Of course I knew we were missing the little man but the feeling was there like mobile phone anxiety (when you forgot your mobile phone and it feels that you and the world cannot cope together).  Then I remembered that………………………….. I had left my book in the pram.

Just kidding, honest.

So far today we have thought about making a pile of piccalilli.  We have thought about it while sipping coffee,  walking around the garden and listening to the rooks.  Maybe we will get round to doing it, maybe not.  On caturday, that’s how we roll.

autumn cat by Gatiuss

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