Thursday, 27 June 2013

Last weekend



This was us last weekend, an airfield in Norfolk. This was the teeniest gap between hammering rain where I was able to take the camera outside. It rained like you wouldn't believe. Although it wasn’t cold as you can see I had the bedroom window open…. the rain and the gale force winds (bad even for an airfield..) kept me inside my bedroom quite a lot, just venturing out to appear sociable or to be taken to the beer tent for Gin & Tonic by the Mr.


Despite the weather, our friends turned up, and it’s interesting to see where how they bring their bikes…..


There’s always somewhere to strap your accessories to…

One of my favourite trucks was this one..


So cute.

This weekend is looming and I’m hoping and praying the weather is kinder. If it is, there will be lots of lovely photographic evidence of good times, I pinkie swear promise.


Wednesday, 26 June 2013

I did that thing where you write in the sand…



And didn’t I feel like a proper blogger whilst doing it. Even if I did glance over my shoulder a few times to see if anyone was going to pass my deserted patch of beach. Because this isn’t NYC. The beach isn’t full of people taking self portraits with their DSLRs to share on their blogs. I wonder if most people here even know what a blog is, or care.


I liked the colours of these huts, but it is shame those council people won’t let the colours be overly adventurous. I think there is actually a list of not many too choose from.


Mid afternoon on a June day and not a soul about on land or sea.


Cinderella wasn’t even in for tea.


Friday, 21 June 2013

Wish you could go back?



Do you ever wish you could step back and whisper in your younger self’s ear? Give yourself a heads up on how life would play out ?

Remember when you were walking down the corridor at school thinking you were just never gonna be as cool as those girls, or as brainy? Would you just love to be able to whisper that those cool girls are not going to have the easy life they seem to have now, or that actually, their life isn't as easy as they would make you believe. That looking all sophisticated and 5 years older is not going to be beneficial when the 40’s hit.

I would whisper..not to throw away the diary’s, you’ll regret it.

That It really doesn't matter when one of your so called best friends won’t speak to you for going out with that guy she fancies, that guy will be in your life forever. You will make new friends.

Those exams you worry about really don’t matter that much. You’ll forget your results anyway.

That bitch of a boss at your first job? Karma is looking for her.

Trust your instincts, they are usually right.

What would you whisper?


Tuesday, 18 June 2013

What does it say?



Today was supposed to be a glorious sunshiny day, and I had the day off after working a whole weeks worth of hours over the weekend (phew…) I decided to get off the computer and go for a wander along the beach.

I came across this graffiti. I’m not moaning about the graffiti, I actually like it, (though would prefer more colour to-be-honest)

I couldn’t for the life of me work out what it says. 

What do you think?

And isn’t that just typical of today. I go out to get some sea air and spend less time on the computer, and then find myself taking pictures along the walk in order to come home and share them all on the computer.

I’ll show you the rest another time


Friday, 14 June 2013

The Diviners by Libba Bray Book Review No. 9

the deviners
Evie O'Neill has been exiled from her boring old hometown and shipped off to the bustling streets of New York City--and she is pos-i-toot-ly thrilled. New York is the city of speakeasies, shopping, and movie palaces! Soon enough, Evie is running with glamorous Ziegfield girls and rakish pickpockets. The only catch is Evie has to live with her Uncle Will, curator of The Museum of American Folklore, Superstition, and the Occult--also known as "The Museum of the Creepy Crawlies."
When a rash of occult-based murders comes to light, Evie and her uncle are right in the thick of the investigation. And through it all, Evie has a secret: a mysterious power that could help catch the killer--if he doesn't catch her first.
I was first introduced to Libba Bray by my Niece who leant me the Gemma Doyle Trilogy. I think this was the start of my love of Young Adult fiction.
I’ve been looking out for Libba’s next novels and just happened to come across this one  during an Amazon search. I was so excited I bought the hard back.
I loved the setting of this novel, New York in the roaring twenties. Flappers, music, oh and the ghost of a serial killer.
This is a big novel….huge. Not the kind I can carry about in my bag like I would usually do, it’s awkward to hold up while soaking in the bath, but I still managed to read all 600 pages quite quickly as I enjoyed it so much.
It is apparently going to be a series and I can’t wait for the next instalment to see what Evie gets up to.
I found the character of the serial killer ‘Naughty John’ quite freaky, which surprised me for a YA novel
"Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones."
See if you can go to bed tonight now without thinking of that tune….

Thursday, 13 June 2013

The place I live



I thought I should start sharing more pictures of my little town by the sea, I am going to take my camera out on little strolls for you, but for today I thought I would share 3 photos of the same building, and you can see how much it has changed throughout the years.


According to records, there has been a Fludyers arms on this site since 1839. 

The building even played its part in the Second World War, a machine gun was installed in the restaurant in 1940.

In the last month it has re opened as a boutique hotel/restaurant and looks like this…

Mr D and I have enjoyed a meal here, and I am now waiting for the warm summer nights to arrive (please?) so we can sit out on the decking with a glass of wine and look at the sea.


Times change hey?


Friday, 7 June 2013




“Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.”
― Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

I spend a lot  of time dreaming, of various things to do with home & work life, I could waste days hours. Not to be smug, but I do find most of the things I dream of come to me. Is this because I keep my dreams reachable, or that I'm lucky?

Or that I just work damn hard to make it happen.

Now working on the retirement…..white picket fence……..



Wednesday, 5 June 2013

The Girls Guide to Homemaking by Amy Bratley. Book review No. 8!


the girls guide to homemaking by amy bratley

'What makes you happy? What do you want from life?' I ran through a list of things that I supposed would make me sound cool. And then I told the truth. 'A home,' I said. 'A home with some people in it I love.' On a mission to have the perfect home, with tweeting bluebirds and a white picket fence, Juliet hits a major stumbling block - reality. On the first night with her boyfriend in their new flat, Juliet discovers that Simon has been sleeping with her best friend. After growing up in a dysfunctional family with secrets that haunt her, there's no way she is prepared to build her nest on a broken branch. Heartbroken and seeking an escape from her troubles, Juliet retreats into the comforting world of her grandmother's 1950s homemaking manuals, discovering tips like 'put a ribbon in your hair to brighten your husband's day' and though Juliet knows that won't get her anywhere, she discovers that craft and homemaking are back in style. Taking control of her life, Juliet is determined to get her home with a heart. But who will win hers.

I took this book on holiday with me, and that’s how I would describe it. A nice holiday book. I read it quickly, mostly sat in my little spot in the sun whilst others were out walking the hills.

This is a perfect book for any would be home maker, there are a few of this theme appearing on the shelves, & this one won’t disappoint.

There is all the usual suspects, cheating boyfriend, best friend, family secrets, & all the while Juliet takes advice from the home making book, advice we get a glimpse of at the front of each chapter.

Makes you want to sew pretty pinnie’s and bake cookies.


Saturday, 1 June 2013

Not 15 anymore



I’m so glad I’m not 15 anymore.

Just sayin.