Showing posts with label North Yorkshire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label North Yorkshire. Show all posts

Sunday, 28 July 2013

Sat on their park bench like bookends



What a wonderful time we had in North Yorkshire.


But first things first - a new frock!




I couldn't resist. 

It came from one of my favourite Sheffield vintage sellers, Marie, at The Queen's Drawers.
 


 

1970s cotton sundress - vintage shop Vintedge
Sandals - Ebay
Belt and bangles - charity shopped
Red painted bangle - gift from dearest Tania



I'll be linking to Jane's Shiny T Tuesday on the allotted day, using this photo.

I have more to say about this, but it can wait - I know, such a tease!
 
And of course I'll be at the usual party over at beautiful Patti's for Visible Monday. 



So - suitably visibly attired, the kids and I caught the train to Thirsk on Friday.
 


And when we got there, we headed to Newby Hall.
 

We explored the outdoor sculpture exhibition.



Plenty of organic shapes and tactile textures...



...and fauna...
 
 
 
 


...and human figures.



 Gorgeous textures, created and natural.





Don't these trees look as though they could be Ents?






Beautiful house, and stunning gardens, the borders were glorious.



Soooo many bees!


And lest you think we inflicted art and horticulture on the poor little beasties  instead of letting them play...

 
... here's the evidence to the contrary!





They loved the adventure playground and the swingboats.


And back at Patsy's, there was plenty of this...




... and this!



Top l-r:
crazy face
angry face
happy face
thoughtful/intelligent face.

Hams, the lot of them.


 
These are the views from the house.

And these are the neighbours.

It's beautiful there.



Snapshots of Thirsk.





We've known each other over 20 years, and we're rather like an old married couple, plenty of bickering and disagreeing, but huge amounts of love and laughter.



Strong women rock!

xxxxxx

Monday, 6 August 2012

A little bit of Yorkshire, and a whole lot of frock

Frocks.

Can one have too many?

Ok, Ok, I hear ya! Of course not!

Although ever-baffled OH did say to me the other week, "I'm not being funny, but have you got a dress for every day of the year?"




Now let me think...




No. But I'm working on it.





The siren call of the Perfect Red Dress cannot be ignored.




Shubette 1980s-does-50s (I think) shirt dress, floral cardigan, bangles and necklaces - 
charity shopped
Leopard print T-bar shoes - Ebay
Hair flower - Boots sale


Don't tell me you would have left this baby, complete with its original belt, languishing on the rail in the charity shop...





...because I don't believe you!



As I have mentioned previously, I am by virtue of heritage a country girl (generations of farmers behind me) but by inclination and choice a city dweller. 

But I like to think I can appreciate a bit of rural charm, so the kids and I headed off to North Yorkshire at the weekend to stay with my dear friend Patsy and her family.





Photo courtesy of Eldest.

We were at the Kilburn White Horse, outside Thirsk, with a whole lot of God's Own Country* going on in the background.

*Lots of places in the world claim this title, probably with greater justification, but in the UK it's Yorkshire!






Littlest took this one.




Seldom Seen Kid and Patsy's daughter were born a day apart.






I know you can't see the horse's head, but you get the idea.


And after the steep climb up to the top and a walk back through the woods...




...ice creams were in order.




We had a lovely weekend. Visiting the country is great.




Just don't ask me to live there!


 Hope you have started the week in good spirits, my friends.

And a great big heartfelt thank you for all your kindness and concern about Littlest after my last post. She and I are touched by your responses. She is doing just fine now. 

  xxx