Saturday, November 3

The Pumpkin Party.


It's sort of an annual affair here at The Potters House.
Not really Halloween...nor 5th November...and all that.

It's The Pumpkin Party.

 It starts with the pumpkins....normally grown by the potter...
...but this year...failure....bah!...

Never mind ...we bought one each for the grandgirls and as they were all together this week...
...let the carving begin.


It's hard for the grown-ups to stay out of this ...we want to get involved...always!



                    "Just look what a big head I have"

"That's nothing ...look at mine!"



Serious stuff this...seeds in one bowl and flesh in the other.

Seeds in the oven with olive oil and sea salt...
and the flesh for a pumpkin pie! 



 Lanterns glowing...


...bonfire crackling...care of the potter...



...old friends from Marseille join us...



...fireworks sparkling...





...then let the fun begin...

"Nevie-pie cakes"...has a go for a swinging dohnut!!




...a grandgirl takes it all in her stride...






...I can't let myself down...gotcha!!


Wednesday, October 31

Time at the Bay.



We had a few days up at the house on the Bay this week.
The sky was a piercing blue and the water... still and quiet.
Lots of folk were out taking pics of the boats
... in the little harbour.




The hills in the distance matched the blue of the sky
and the primary colours of the fishing boats...with the reflections in the water...well...
...it couldn't have been more perfect.

Along the coast by the Red Bank farm...


...sea birds were gathering to fly off for the winter.

Then within 24 hours...
...all  changed...

The sky was grey and overcast and the sea competing with it for greyness.

A little egret searches for food on the rich sandy mud of the edge while it's partner has just flown off into the middle of the sands.


The autumn tide came right up to the edge of the  promenade 
...while the sky was threatening. 

But we snuggled up in the Palatine Pub with hot steak sandwiches and listened to the rain beating down ...outside the  windows!






Then ...back to the house ...running through the gusts of rain...
and feet up in the warmth of the old leather armchairs.