A Week Off.


We’re off on a holiday next week. It was booked last year before I knew I had cancer. You can get some real bargains at the holiday camps when you book early. We are going to Reighton Sands holiday park near Filey. It’s another holiday park with lot’s of fond memories for us. We enjoyed  some wonderful holidays there when the children were small.


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Tomorrow’s Jaunt.

We’re off on another jaunt tomorrow.  I will try to give some clues as to where we are heading but, it isn’t going to be easy to do without giving the game away. My long time readers (if I have any that is!) will probably get it straight away!

Here’s the first clue.

1. It’s in Yorkshire.  Open-mouthed smile

2. We’re going there by coach. Disappointed smile

3. We went there last year. Thinking smile

4. Here’s a picture of K last year at the same place. Laughing out loud

You can see the stall behind K here (and the blasted rain pouring down as well.

5. The plastic cups she is holding contain Hot Chocolate laced with Brandy and we will both be no doubt repeating tasting that  warming delightful drink  this time! In fact we might have quite a few!

Right, that’s enough clues I think. Smile

TG  No prizes I’m afraid for correct guesses, I am a pensioner after all! Open-mouthed smile

My Visit to Scotland. The journey home.

Wednesday morning arrived far too soon. It was time to pack my suitcase after taking Sandy for an early morning walk around the estate. At least one was going to miss me even if the cats were glad to see me depart! They usually sleep in the bedroom, but I don’t let them come in as I shut the door, so they are really pleased to see the back of me.

The two boys take over the dog bedSandy refuses to have a photo taken

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My Visit to Scotland.



Last Friday I made a much longed for return trip up to see my eldest son and his family in Scotland. K had been despatched to respite care on the Thursday, a day earlier than she normally goes, but I really didn’t want to undergo the same nerve wracking experience we went through last year when the Access bus was late picking her up, and I had a train to catch!  I set off from home at ten past ten, and after buying a salad from Hartley’s to take with me for my lunch on the train journey up to Carlisle, I made my way to our train station to catch the 11.58am to Leeds. Continue reading