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City girl turned welly wearer, adapting to life in the country with the aid of her trusty dog (affectionately known as Scruffbag) and Cooper the cat(a bandy legged psycho serial bird chomper)

Friday, 31 July 2009

Something concrete



Hurray, today was concrete day and the trenches have been filled courtesy of two mixers full of grey porridgey gloop. Country girl's very pleased indeed, never thought concrete could be so exciting, but after years of waiting to sort this place out, it is.

Slightly concerned that Cooper is not anywhere to be seen but pretty sure he's not daft enough to end up concreted. He's not is he??

Not quite sure whether I should tell the builders that I spotted they had left their tape measure in the trench (they'd started pouring so it was kind of too late for me to save it). Just hoping Cooper shows up soon. He might be a bandy legged, bird chomping psycho but he's my bandy legged, bird chomping psycho.

Will go check in case there are any purring sounds coming from the vicinity.

XOXO

OMG just to warn you in advance the bricklayer starts next week, will be well over excited then !

Wednesday, 29 July 2009

Trenchfoot anyone?

Country girl was aware of course that building work was taking place (what with the mini digger and everything). But when she finally stepped out of the back door last night to take Scruffbag for her walk the full extent of it became clear. Deja vu for Country girl who felt magically transported back in time. There I was, back on that school field trip to Belgium or France or wherever it was (may have been both actually). You know, the one with the war trenches and stuff. Even if you didn't go on the exact same jaunt as Country girl I think it was pretty standard fair for all secondary school kids of our generation so you'll be on the same page.

So, there I was, in what was my garden but which know appeared to be a First World War trench (in case you think I'm exaggerating , as if country girl ever would, I refer you to exhibit A below)




Distinctly battlefieldy don't you think?

For those of you who actually went on the trip I'm sure you'll agree all I needed was Miss Hulse and Mrs Richardson there in matching kaggies bellowing "Come on gals next stop Ypres" and the scene would be complete.

As ever so many worries for Country girl.

Will she shortly receive a visit from the Time Team posse wanting to geophys her lawn?

How long will it be before a)Scruffbag or b) Cooper or c)Our lovely postlady or indeed all three of them require rescuing from one of the holes?. Where is A&E round here anyway (better look that one up)?

Also, with all this rain will it became an actual moat and as I already said what about trenchfoot for the builders (and could they sue me for it when they dug the hole mmm an interesting legal query methinks).

That just prompted another ponder, can cats get trenchfoot? Miss Hulse and Mrs Richardson never covered that. Off to check. TTFN

Monday, 27 July 2009

Masham - a most Peculier day


Country girl was delighted when her bestest University friend decided to visit. Aussie boy as he will be for the purposes of this blog having travelled back to the UK for a wedding, popped up North for a few days.

It was a truly glorious day, the sun shining bright, so car was packed up and a happy country boy and girl, Ginger Dave, Aussie boy and Scruffbag headed up the A1 to Masham in Yorkshire. The reason for the little visit of course was to visit a lovely town which created Aussie boys favourite brew, the treacly loveliness that is Theakston's Old Peculier.

Masham itself a beautiful market town was all the more lovely being bathed in sun. First stop of course was the White Bear Hotel refreshments all round Aussie boy happy with his pint of OP and proper cheese and pickle butty, (which apparently can be hard to come by in New South Wales). Delicious handcut chips were shared, prompting a cheery wag from Scruffbag who can be most particular in potato related matters.



Next stop was the Theakston's Brewery itself for a quick look around, the Hop Arch which lead to the yard smelt beautiful, a herby sweetness in the sun. The yard itself filled with the coopers hard work ready to store the freshly brewed ale and the onsite pub with a sparkling array of Theakston's most splendid ales made for a cheery break.



Next was a walk around the lovely village of Masham itself, down through the square past a Butchers shop proudly display its "Guarunteed killed on site" sign. Than a quick stop at Bah Humbugs with its stash of old style sweeties for the purchase of supplies for the walk, (cola cubes, fruit rock and liquorice for Dave). Our happy little party also enjoyed some ice creams. Country girl was particularly pleased with her wild cherry cornet, a delectable purpley sweetness perfect for a summers day.


Refreshed we continued down through the churchyard, across the fragrant wheatfields to walk along the river a happy Scruffbag delightedly exploring every corner, a truly tail wagging day. With the sun still high in the sky , we decided to rest a while by the river and take a paddle to cool off. A truly beautiful spot and the perfect place to wriggle tired toes in the lovely cool water. Country girl was perhaps not the most sure footed of paddlers, but found a perfect rock to rest on! Scruffbag amused herself with some paddling, duck scaring and cuddling up to ginger Dave whom she even allowed to put sunglasses on her.



After the much needed rest the walk continued back through the lush green pastures, past curious ponies who hoped for a Polo and back to the village before heading home.



A truly lovely day. Back at home Country girls present to Aussie boy (a cask of his favourite OP was shared over a delicious Thai, eaten outside in the sun. On such delicious days country girl feels happy in her little idyll, but she suspects that it was the presence of her friend that made her day.

Country girl believes that friends are the most precious of things, the ones who can tell you when you've done something silly , who know that you aren't perfect but love you anyway. The ones who wipe away the tears when someone careless hurts your heart and don't care if you lost your job or that the dog is smelly and has fleas. And in her dear friend Aussie boy country girl struck the richest of gold reserves.

Sitting in the garden, chimenea ablaze, OP in hand and a very tired Scruffbag happily dreaming of her adventures of the day I was very happy indeed, troubles forgotten for the day.