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Yarn Along no more!

First a little mermaid.

Apparently she slept in it too! ( picture by her Mama)

So since we have been away I have been using my Kindle and have read The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd. Thank you everyone who recommended this book to me. I LOVE it. Absolutely brilliant. Quilts, equal opportunities for women, abolition of slavery, love , friendship, and based on two real sisters in the nineteenth century.  The best book this year! So far.

I have reached the stage of adding the front band to this matinée jacket, should be done by next week.

Ginny has decided no longer to host her Yarn Along! I shall certainly miss the Wednesday ritual, but life goes on, and I would like to thank Ginny for doing this for so long, it has been such fun and to wish her all the best. She has suggested that instead we link to Frontier Dreams and stay calm and keep crafting, so I have here at Frontier Dreams

Photo Challenge- Historical

Sometimes these things just happen! We have spent a lovely weekend away in Oxfordshire, and on the Sunday afternoon Mr E and I were left in charge of Master H and Miss S (his step sister in waiting). Now it so happened that the day before we had driven past a sign which read “Combe Mill in Steam- Sunday”. And it just so happens that we used to live very near Combe Mill in the village of Combe. Mr E read that notice with such longing…in steam…. So I googled the opening times and it fitted in with the other plans and so off we jolly well went. Mr E to revel in the steam engines, the children and I to enjoy the Historical setting!

Combe Mill by the way is part of the Blenheim estate, Duke of Marlborough, Blenheim Palace. The mill was the place where all the maintenance for the Palace was done. We used to get our Christmas trees from there. It’s now described as a” Restored sawmill and industrial museum”. The visit brought back many happy memories for me of bringing up the boys in this part of the country. Anyway that is enough rabbit, rabbit rabbit from me, this is supposed to be a picture post!

Combe Mill

with water wheel

You can still make your own poker here. Two of our boys made them in the past and they still work nearly 25 years on.

Blacksmith skills may be historical but also in use today.

Not so these sewing machines! Super extra display.

And Morris dancing! Historical, traditional, call it what you will, still enjoyable.

More information on here

I hope you enjoed my historical pictures this week. Please leave a link to any historical pictures over at Wild daffodil, or in the comments below.

Next week’s prompt is Van

Happy Snapping!

Yarn Along!

I have finished Little Miss F’s mermaid’s tail. TADAH!

And up close

The wavy pattern and elasticated top

Middle section with pink seahorse by Wild Daffodil.

Thanks Sandra.

And the flippers which proved to be a real struggle to sew in nicely. Anyway all done. To be delivered next week. Pattern is Sirdar 4708 and the yarn used is Sirdar Snuggly shade 0470

So now on the needles for a new little one due in the Autumn.

Is a first size matinée jacket, in yarn I just so happened to have squirreled away.

Book is from the heap by the bed, and was given to me by my son as a “Thank you for having me to stay whilst I go to a football match Up North!” As if I needed any thanks for a visit from a son.

Anyway the book is shaping up nicely. The American dream gone wrong I think, but ’tis early days.

Joining with Ginny for Yarn Along

One a week photo challenge- Spiral

Spiral Up

Spiral Down

Did you know that spiral staircases in castles always spiral in the same direction, all to do with making it hard for a marauding knight to draw his sword with his right hand!

Pictures taken in Carcassonne!

Please feel free to join in whenever you like, and leave a comment on Sandra’s blog or below.

Next week’s prompt is Historical.

Happy Snapping!

Cropton.

One of my 17 for 2017 goals is to write 12 posts about our lovely Yorkshire villages. The first of these features the village of Cropton which lies about 5 miles from Pickering on the edge of the North York Moors. Some of the houses are now holiday cottages, the school has closed and any shops have vanished, but there is still a thriving local community, with an active WI ( Women’s Institute) , Village Hall, public house, and parish church which is open every day. Let’s explore.

The spreading chestnut tree greets you as you approach the village, the bench is there for the rather spectacular view down the valley.  I think this must be all that remains of a village green.

Village pump and water for passing horses and dogs.

Looking up the main street which runs through the village.

This building is now the village hall, called a reading room. Reading rooms were usually built by public subscription from the more well to do, to provide a meeting place for villagers to meet, read the newspapers of the day and borrow worthy books. An alternative to the pub! Recently refurbished thanks to the efforts of the villagers and the lottery fund.

The old school, looking a bit worse for wear. I love the school bell, imagine being summoned to school by that. Hopefully this building will be renovated and no doubt become a home for someone.  The house next door was full of workmen when I visited.

The thatch was new and there was much banging and hammering coming from within.

A row of typical village houses. Note the chimneys to the right side of the roof and the front doors to the centre. Apparently that is the local style of building in these parts and if you want to build a new house in Ryedale, this is the standard to which they MUST conform. The red pantiles are traditional to this area too.

This however is my favourite house

It’s called Cruck cottage and is a delight. Cruck being the timber frame on which old homes were built.

Now Cropton doesn’t have any claims to fame, but infamy is a different kettle of fish. If you are of a nervous/weak disposition  or just ate your dinner, do not read the rest of this paragraph. In 1872 Joseph Wood (58) and his son ( he had two sons aged 9 and 4, not certain which one this was) vanished without a trace from their farm. Mr Wood had taken to carrying large sums of money about his person. On 17 May Robert Charter, cousin to Mr Wood , said they had just gone away. Mr Wood’s brother John who also lived in Cropton thought this unlikely as Joseph had not told him. It transpired that their older brother William knew nothing either.  A letter purporting to come from Joseph was posted in Liverpool, but John said it wasn’t Joseph’s writing.

In July the police and John went to the farm in which Robert was now living. There was a very strange smell from one of the buildings. Robert said it was putrid meat he had found. In September a proper search was conducted revealing watches, boots,, clothing and amputated limbs which were subsequently identified as Joseph Wood. In November there was yet another search and this time child’s boots were found in a boiler house used for the preparation of cattle food. I shan’t go any further with this story! ( information of this tale comes from “Round and About The North Yorkshire Moors” by Tom Scott Burns and Martin Rigg which I borrowed this morning after my visit).

Villagers pulled down Robert Charters own house  such was his notoriety. Robert Charter was sent to prison for murder but released after a long prison service. He became a Methodist preacher and died in the workhouse in Malton.

Moving swiftly on, I found this being used as a garden ornament

At the far end of the street and across the fields is the village church of St Gregory. Now this church was rebuilt in Queen Victoria’s reign, but there was probably a church back here in Saxon times. Bit more info here

Can you imagine a more idyllic place to be buried?

My Godmother who is also a cousin of some sort ( Dad and Joan were cousins, although she was 15 years older than him), just so happens to be buried here. Aunty Joan and her husband had a farm just outside the village in the valley below.

Did I mention a castle? Probably not as there is not a great deal to see these days, just the motte ( hill where the keep was) and Bailey (courtyard).

But by golly there is a good view from up there.

Are you feeling a bit hot and bothered by all this exploring, let’s find that pub.

Oh my Gosh, it has its own brewery too, around which you can take a tour – New Inn brewery. 

Saved the best till last, hey? I am told it is very, very good beer, and there is a campsite right next door.

Cheers everyone, I hope you enjoyed the visit., and will come with another time.

 

 

 

The Sewing Nook.

Not my sewing nook but Tabitha’s! Tabitha has a lovely blog, full of the wonderful things she makes and sells here at The Sewing Nook

Now pop over and have a look at her pretty aprons. I asked her if she had any bee fabric and took commissions. Mr B’s partner Ms G likes her bees. Tabitha said Yes. Some discussion followed, and this week right on cue I took delivery of this beautifully warapped parcel .

I had to look inside but wanted to preserve wrapping. Take a look at this.

One staggering lovely bee apron which is also lined

Close up

Can’t wait to give it to Ms G for her birthday next month. So lovely to be able to support a British seamstress and blogger. Thanks Tabitha.

 

Yarn Along!

Slow and steady! Main body of the mermaid’s tail is complete, just two flappers/fins to go, hoping I have enough yarn.

Another book by Bill Bryson. This one a birthday present, 2015 from my eldest son, finally at the top of the pile in the bedroom. Funny as ever on the subject of us odd Brits, and our wonderful countryside. Just saying!

Joining with Ginny for Yarn Along

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