Friday, 18 July 2014

Baslow Walk

Last weekend, we did a fabulous walk through Baslow on the outskirts of Sheffield with the walking group.  The walk was billed at almost 6 miles and relatively easy.  Our group leaders definitions are often to be taken with a pinch of salt! 

 We parked up in the picturesque village of Baslow.  I promised myself that I would dip my toes in the river afterwards.
 The first part of our walk took in a steep climb through the village (and past some stunning houses!) .
 It was worth the climb as the views from the top were gorgeous.
 We could see right down to Chatwsorth - can you just see the house on the left hand side of the photo?
 I'm not the only person who stops frequently to take photo's - Hubby was convinced she was a blogger! (but she didn't know what a blog was)
 There are some amazing rock formations up here - this was called Eagle Rock.
 And surprisingly plenty of commemorative monuments!

 It was a really great walk - very hot, but plenty of walkers to chat to along the way and a pub stop half way round (which was very welcome!)

 We always take a group shot at the Trig Points
 This monument was dedicated to Horatio Nelson.

 And these are 3 of his ships....
 They all had their names carved on them.

 I never got my paddle - but we did manage another restorative drink in the pub instead.
 And a quick walk around the church yard before heading back home.

We'd had a great day - we love the walking group.

Thursday, 17 July 2014

Precious moments

I love Summer and the long days.  Yesterday, we made best use of the light nights.  Hubby and the Dancing Queen had a day off work, the young man is home from Uni, so after I had finished work, they picked me up and we travelled across the Strines and Ladybower towards Hathersage.

 We stopped off plenty to admire the stunning views.
 The geologist gave us a run down about the lie of the land and why the hills and valleys were so - he seems to be learning a lot thankfully - the £9000 per year fees seem not to be going to waste!

 It felt wonderful to be up on the moors after being cooped up all day.
 We eventually landed at our spot for the evening swim at Hathersage Open Air Swimming Pool.  We swam from 7.30pm for above an hour - the water is lovely and warm.  As you can see, it is a perfect setting surrounded by the hills.
 Once dried, we all declared ourselves "starving".  Hubby had packed us a picnic and the DQ knew a nice picnic spot, so we threw the rug down on what seemed to be the top of the world and tucked in, just in time for the spectacular sunset.
 There is an awful lot of sky up here and you could make a career or hobby from cloud watching.
 We noted this massive bank of very thick cloud which hugged the central Peak and Pennine area - and the reason why Manchester can be a bit rainy.
 You could just spot the setting sun underneath it.
 Behind us though, the Sheffield side of the hills had a fantastic light show going on.

 Soon everything was bathed in a rosy pink glow.

These kind of times are my favourites. Precious moments indeed.

Friday, 11 July 2014

From one extreme to the other.

I have been hatching a plot to use teeny tiny scraps of fabric that are too small to do anything with.  I have started a mini patch patchwork quilt.  I photographed it beside the extremely large squared patches that I made the other week so you can get a perspective.

 It would be such a shame to waste these gorgeous scraps of fabrics.  Some are vintage and some are new.  I have acquired these by various means - some are from my own projects, some have been sent to me by bloggy pals, I bought some scraps of vintage pieces from various places and some I just found!
 I plan to keep this project on the go for as long as it takes to make a decent sized quilt.  It is extremely satisfying to see something grow from basically nothing.
 I will keep showing you this project as it grows.
What do you make with your scraps?

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Cote de Grenoside

You may have heard that we have had the most exciting of weekends here in Yorkshire as we hosted "Le Grand Depart" of the famous bike rave the "Tour de France".  

 On Saturday after our walk around the city, Becky and I camped in the Peace Gardens with the crowds to watch the big screen version of the race that had started in North Yorkshire.  Hubby had the more exciting job of accompanying the tour on a police motorcycle.
 The city was buzzing and the atmosphere was electric.

 We had popped into the Cather=dral and looked at the knotted covered bikes on display in there.

 My favourite was the Whippet and flat cap!!
 Then on Sunday, I took myself off very early doors to Grenoside - a couple of miles from home, where the tour was going to be passing through.
 I arrived stupidly early (9.10am!!) but I didn't want to miss anything.  The Brownies and Scouts kept us well fed all day!
 Crowds gathered and increased in numbers as the days went by.

 When I first arrived at my spot, there were only 3 more people there, so I introduced myself and discovered that one had set off at 5.30 am from Stoke, and the others had emigrated to South Africa 35 years ago from Sheffield and had come back for a visit purely for the race.  At 10am, we were joined by 4 lovely ladies to my left who lived nearby.  We all got along famously - one of the ladies gave us her house key to use her loo when required!  We felt like we had a bit of a wartime spirit about us! These lovely people made my day - they were great.  I was also in touch by text with friends and bloggy friend Lyn (at Everyday life)  who were a little ahead of me on the track - so I knew when to expect the riders.
 I didn't take many photo's of the race as I got so caught up in it - I took a video that won't upload here for some reason, but I can tell you it was thrilling!  We were on a sharp right hand bend at the bottom of a long downhill slope so they really "whooshed" by us!
 The crowds loved it.
I don't know if you caught any of the coverage on TV, but the crowds that turned up to cheer on the cyclists were immense - I think it took the promoters by surprise.  Every inch of the route was lined by people getting totally into the spirit of the race.  The weather held off and the views along the whole of the route was truly spectacular.  The guy who had the brilliant idea to invite the race to Yorkshire will have done wonders for the Yorkshire tourist board - the commentators on TV all said that they didn't realise that Yorkshire was so beautiful.  They obviously have never read my blog!