Tuesday, December 27

Entering a Jewel.

I'm a Pinterester!
Yes I know ...it's just too much...well blame the sweet daughter...she of the Neviepie Cakes  fame..
..she says, "mum you would love it"...underlining the love!
I say, "why would I bother?"...and she says, " have a go".

I'm hooked.

It's a bit like reading twenty on trend magazines at once!
Coast...Elle Deco...World of Interiors...Habitania...Wallpaper...
You know what I mean.

This however is not a new phenomenon in my life...ah no...I own up ...
When I was a teenager, I had a friend whose mother... being enlightened in the 50s...bought state of the art magazines...and there, I was regularly to be found on the excuse that I was visiting my school friend, but really hooked on the pictures and articles in these wonderful papers!

So the photo at the top?...well of course it's that school friend!

You don't think that you can waste a friend like that do you?
To walk into her home is like walking inside a jewel
So the results of my pics from her home...still reading mags...no money ...just ingenuity...that's the two of us!

Living room.





So there you are....
...she is a prolific art knitter...
...has painted many of the pictures
and her daughter......Richenda McGregor...
is the potter responsible for most of the art ceramics.

Oh... and yours truly has one or two litle pieces of art in there as well.

Saturday, December 24

Merry Christmas

Thankyou so much, all of you lovely folk, who have taken time to leave a comment,
or just even just stop by,
 for a glance into the life of us here at the Potters House in Penketh.
Who can believe that another year has gone by...am I any wiser?...not sure really...but what fun in blogland!

Thursday, December 15

A Poem for Thursday.

The End of the Line

Let’s go and live at the end of the line.
Where breakers fall over rolling stones.
We’ll board the train that we rode when young,
Watch how the steam mists our view of the sea
As it hisses and cools on the iron and the brass.
And the cry of the gulls as they dive, as they soar
Will welcome us back
Will welcome us back.

Let’s board the train that we rode long ago,
Where the end of the line will have water and sand.
We’ll be welcomed again by the crying of gulls
The smell of spun sugar and hot lardy chips.
There, will be space enough for our thoughts
And salt winds that blow away stale urban fog.
To welcome us back,
To welcome us back.

They say that the crust is beginning to crack.
That the cold winds of change are blowing our way.
Yet when I take the journey again to the end
Of the line, where the seagulls are soaring above
To the edge of the tide, to the line in the sand.
The memory of all of things, of all being well
Embraces me back
Embraces me back.

This one has been linked to the gooseberry garden random poems week 17 ..."nostalgia"

Wednesday, December 14

Parties at The PottersHouse.

Well... five parties down and dusted and what fun.
Last evening was the fifth.
We always have a bit of an end of year party for each of our classes, here at the Potters House.
So... it's mulled wine, mince pies and cream and chocolates
... Though some of our lovely people bring other goodies!
Savoury nibbles etc.

Now they have all gone off to sort out their own Christmases,
and the table is left with the sweet remains of a good evening.

The room was lit this year with our driftwood tree.
 I love it.
We gathered the wood from the wild coast at the mouth of the Bay...Sunderland Point.
The day was wild and the sea was foaming...
Don't you just love the edge in winter!
That's it now until the beginning of January,
Have a good holiday our lovely people!

Monday, December 12

Petition: free Gulnaz.

This came by e-mail today and I want to spread it around as much as possible for others to see and hopefully react to it.

>>> Subject: Time is running out for Gulnaz

The team are seeing Karzai TOMORROW>>> PLEASE take 2 minutes, to share, facebook, tell everyone you know. We KNOW this kind of pressure can work but it can’t work if YOU don’t get behind it.



>>> Hello!
 As you all know, I very very rarely get involved in this kind of thing.
 But my dearest friend Clem has spent the last year making a film about rape victims imprisoned in Afghanistan.
 Nobody quite knows why the “peace-keeping” (er-hum) forces are there any more, but one of their major claims is that they are there to support the rights of women and girls. Hilary Clinton popped over to Bagram just last month and her main issue was the protection of women and children as the west pulls out.

>>> Despite 10 years of occupation, sorry, war, $550 billion on the military and $50billion in aid money, young girls like Gulnaz are still in prison. A young, unmarried virgin, she was raped by her cousin’s husband and imprisoned for adultery when she reported the rape. She became pregnant by the rape and gave birth to her baby daughter in prison.

>>> Clem’s film was funded by the EU, who have since blocked it, citing “the safety of the women” as the public reason but privately admitting that they didn’t want to “upset their relationship with the Afghan Justice system”.

>>> In desperation, Gulnaz has agreed to marry her rapist. This is the only way she can get out of prison and most importantly for her, maintain a relationship with her daughter.

>>> The story has now broken in the world wide press and the rapist has been interviewed. He has publicly confirmed, on the record, that Gulnaz will be killed the minute she is released from prison.

>>> Because of the press attention this has received, the team have now secured a meeting with President Karzai next week. As I’m sure you can imagine, this is an extraordinary and unique opportunity, not just for Gulnaz, but for the women of Afghanistan and for the hundreds of thousands of girls like her around the world.

>>> I know it seems boring and yet another horrible thing in this crazy world we live in. But this issue and a private meeting with Karzai is an extraordinary opportunity for YOU to make a difference. Gulnaz isn’t some remote, random statistic. She’s you and me, born on a different day in a different country.

>>> This isn’t some hippy, out there “heal the world”, “hug a hoodie” appeal. This is a real girl – who has more courage than anyone I’ve ever met – who risked her life to tell her story. . . And that risk is now more real than ever. Time is running out. Her rapist’s family have the right to pick her up from prison, literally at any second – and they have said they will kill her as soon as they get her.

>>> We can only hope they don’t get there before the team meet Karzai.

>>> PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE take 5 minutes to click your mouse a couple of times and cut and paste this to everyone in your address book so the team can take this petition to the meeting with Karzai.

>>> Gulnaz thanks you for helping to save her life, so that she may save the lives of others.

>>> http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/freegulnaz/
>>> http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/freegulnaz/

>>> Rebecca Stewart
>>> Producer / Director
>>> UK Mobile: 07725 687951

>>> Afghanistan: +93 (0) 793 22 8883

>>> Rebecca.stewart@mail.com

>>> Skype name: Rebecca.stewart2

>> ------ End of Forwarded Message

Tuesday, December 6

December 5th....Sinterklaas Day.

Saint Nicholas
as in the Netherlands
This is the traditional icon for the saint as used in the Orthodox traditions.
Today is Sinterklaas day.

There is lots more information from the experts.
 Click on the Belgian post above
and find out who santa claus really was..

Monday, December 5

Magpie Tales Mag 94

A prompt from Magpie Tales for this week....

......The Lunch

School Lunches.

There was always a room set aside for our lunches.
We sat in the desks and we opened our boxes.
Mine was predictable ever so boring...
Her’s was always really exciting.
Her mother made savoury “rice mould” with mayo.
While mine only gave me ham sandwich…
With mustard.

I longed to share her lunch and
Sidled closer to her seat.
I made some small remarks at
Just how good it looked to eat.

But she sat placid and ate her way through it.
And I was left sitting with nothing to do but
Eat the ham sandwich with the mustard to taste
And long for a mum with less money to waste.
For the truth of the matter is now plain to see
There was rice for that girl but roast ham for me.

Yet I Ionged to share her lunch
Slid ever closer to her tin.
And made some little comments
On the rice grains on her chin!

She never weakened!

So many thanks for Magpie Tales this week ...it brought back old school memories and made a bit of sense of how envious I was!

Amy Winehouse - Between the Cheats New Song 2011

Saturday, December 3

Thursday, December 1


We have had eight duck and eight pheasant delivered to The Potters House this week. And the potter is busy cleaning and cooking them ready to turn them into delicious terrines. Then they will be enjoyed by all the volunteers who work at the community centre , early next year....in January.
The smell of roasting game is making my mouth water and none of it is for me!....well I mean today....
How unfair can it be!?

A Poem for Thursday.

The Murmuration

Did Steinbeck have the low-down
on starlings?
Someone did.
Are they held together
by the elastic string of time?
Their timing is certainly precise.
Even gulls
who get caught up
in that display
avoid black wings
that shimmer
in the late sun.

Wednesday, November 30

On Not Being Political

[one for the Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic week 15]

On the Issue of "Strike One for Britain"

Today the dead kept dying
Though funeral directors were at home.
Today the children kept learning
Though  there were teachers in Costa Coffee.
Today the weather kept happening
Though the forecasters had left the building.
Today people once again became ill
Though the theatres were not operating at full stretch.
Today most of the job centres were open
Though sadly few of them were offering jobs.

And today the sun shone.
And today children went to the cinema.
And today the coffee shops were full.
And today there were only twenty four more shopping days left to panic over.

[This is no political criticism...simply that life goes on...oh well maybe that there are very few jobs coming up in the job centres...I'll admit that!]

Tuesday, November 29

Magpie Tales Mag 93

Writing Poetry in Claires Cake Shop
While Waiting for Christine.

I think that if I ever did
to get something
into that illustrious book shop...
....you know the one I mean
where they have soft sofa's
and cushions made from retro ladies'
 retro frocks...
I should find myself
in the skinny poetry book section
next to Peter Reading
or at least nearby..
..name beginning with an S and all that.

For Magpie Tales #93

Many thanks once again to Willow for seeking out another gem of a pic
 to inspire us to greater heights of creativity!

Sunday, November 27

Saturday, November 26

A Murmuration

There we were coming back from a three day break in Suffolk, just driving past the Hen Reed Bed and on our way to Blythburgh with the water on the left. The winter sun just setting behind the reed beds.

There were people standing gazing heavenwards and we assumed that they were twitchers or at the least birders....but no...suddenly out of the corner of my eye I spotted what they were watching...

...the dance of the starlings....

That takes your breath away.

Who ever told them to do such a complicated and glorious sort of combined flying?
No don't answer that.
I want to keep the memory intact.

Forget "Strictly"....we stood amazed and it took me a while to gather myself together to take these pics. The best and closest was over but these were pretty darn wonderful as they moved away out over the water.

And then ...they were gone....

Down into the trees on the far side of the marshes.