My Sunday Photo 3rd March 2019

A trip down memory lane.

black and white photo of a woman and a little girl paddling in the sea.
Me and Mum

As you get older you tend to hold on to your memories more. You think about your childhood and the fun things you did. It’s lovely to take a trip down memory lane and that’s what I’m doing today.

A lot of my young childhood memories are just a blur. I really don’t remember standing in the water with my Mum for this photo. I’ve tried really hard but I can’t. At least I have this captured memory, so I know that it did happen.

I know my mum loved to paddle, she didn’t like swimming, she didn’t even like boats, but whenever we went to the beach she’d take her shoes off and feel the water splash on her feet. I have memories of later years at the beach to keep me happy.

The Only Girl

A Robin Reliant car in a caravan park. A man is behind the wheel and three young men standing by the car with a young girl sitting on the bonnet. The photo is black and white.
My Dad, brothers, me and my cousin

My Dad loved his Robin Reliant so much that when my older brother (standing with his arm around me as a little girl) crashed it, my Dad brought another. The second one had windows in the back and that’s the car I remember most.

This is another memory I’ve lost. I wish I could remember sitting on that car. My brothers where older than me, already teenagers when I was born and married not long after this photo was taken.

I was just eight years old when my Dad passed away and my memories are few but special. I remember he would take me out every Sunday, to a park or a pub with a garden. And in the spring he would take me to the bluebell woods. Bluebells always remind me of my Dad.

The other teen in this photo is my cousin who lived with us. He was younger than my brothers so I have more memories of him being at home when I was little.

I take so many photos these days, it’s so easy to do, I don’t even need a camera I can just use my phone. All memories are captured and preserved. The best ones preserved in many places so they won’t be lost. I struggle to remember my young childhood, but photos like the ones I’ve shared with you today are proof that we had some fun times too.

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My Sunday Photo 17th February 2019

I have missed doing a Sunday photo for a couple of weeks. It was mainly because of illness and not being able to spend more than two minutes at a time at the computer.

a pink crochet axolotl
Axolotl

We’ve not been out much and I don’t have any brilliant shots to share with you, but I wanted to share a photo of my Axolotl that I made. I put a photo of it on Instagram and Simply Crochet Magazine have asked if they can feature me on their ‘Show Us Yours’ page. It said I’ve been shortlisted, so I don’t actually know if it will appear yet, but it’s still exciting to know that something I have made has caught their attention.

side view of the crochet axolotl
side view

Crochet

I first learnt to crochet over 30 years ago. I didn’t get the hang of it and the only thing I made, a baby jumper for my son, was a disaster. So I gave it up.

Then a couple of years ago I thought I’d try again. I kept seeing patterns for these little amigurumi critters and fell in love. So, I started again but soon found out that fiddly little stitches were not the best idea, especially with my failing eyesight. So, I made a blanket.

I’ve made several blankets, hats and scarfs since then and I love my crochet. It’s so relaxing and I love seeing something I’ve created looking good afterwards.

Axolotl

Then I saw a pattern for this axolotl and my little girl wanted me to make one. It was fiddly but I managed it and was happy with the results. So were my girls, I now have to make two more. I might try a lighter pink for the body, it’s supposed to be lighter but the wool I wanted was out of stock so I settled for something pinker. My daughter was okay about it, as she pointed out, axolotl can be quite pink.

I’ll just finish with the first axolotl we met at Hatton in 2017.

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My Sunday Photo 20th January 2019

I was sifting through my photos trying to find something to share that wasn’t of the kids or the cats and having very little luck. Then I spotted this photo I took from the car while, in very slow moving traffic, on the way home from the hospital.

Admittedly it’s not the best of photographs, but I think it means a lot to me. This factory was where a few members of my family have been employed. I mostly remember my auntie working there and she had a special pass for the shop which she would share with my Mum. At Easter, my Mum would go along and buy a load of yummy Easter Eggs at a much cheaper price than in the shops.

Every summer, there is a fete held on the grounds in front of the factory. They have a big fairground and fireworks in the evening. We’ve been many times, particularly when my older kids were younger as it always seemed to fall around my daughter’s birthday. What a great treat for her.

About 30 years ago, they opened a brand new visitor centre right next door which is very popular with people far and wide. It actually took me around 25 years to visit it, but we’ve been several times since and experienced it in both summer and winter time.

Also, around 12 years ago we spent a whole afternoon looking for a geocache which was hidden in a tree near here. (Just right of the photograph.) I learned so much more about the area on that visit, including that all the trees are numbered! When we found the tree we were looking for I was keen to be the one to retrieve the geocache. So, I put my hand into the hole of the tree and straight on top of a frog who was guarding the little box of treasure.

The factory was the first in its chain and its produce is known in many countries around the world. The whole area around it was built by the factory for it’s workers and is still very much unchanged. When you pull into the local train station everything is painted in purple.

Do you know what factory it is yet? One last clue, it smells divine!

bar of Cadbury Dairy Milk

It’s the Cadbury factory in Bournville, Birmingham.

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My Sunday Photo January 6th 2019

Ash at 9 months

brown and white striped kitten with big wide eyes and sticking up ears.
Ash at 9 months

Christmas is over so now it’s time for a kitten catch up! Ash is now 9 months old and is getting so big, but he still has a baby face don’t you think?

He gets on with his big sister just fine now, although they fight a lot, it’s generally in play as they have never hurt each other. We have had hours of entertainment watching them play hide and seek.

My eldest daughter bought a laser pen and Ash loves it. He goes absolutely crazy running around after it. Then my daughter pointed it at the curtains and Ash dived up them like a crazed animal. It was so funny seeing him dangling on the curtains by his claws. And he will do it over and over again. The problem is, he’s ruining my curtains. I have plans for re-decorating my living room this year, so the curtains will be replaced. I just hope he grows out of climbing up them soon.

Boo and Ash

brown and white striped kitten in the arms of a little girl
Are you my Mummy?

Boo loves Ash and will spend hours cuddling him like a baby. Sometimes he protests because he wants to run amok instead. But, the love is there, he will go to her when she calls him and allow her to cuddle him. He’s not generally a fussy cat, but we are trying to teach him that sitting on our laps is a good thing.

We lost Ash yesterday, although we knew he was in the house. We had been putting away the Christmas decorations so after he’d attacked the dismantled tree he decided to go and hide. We looked everywhere for him. Of course Boo missed him first and searched the house. Then Star went for a look. Finally, I managed to do a search myself, checking all rooms and even cupboards. He was nowhere to be found.

Five minutes after my check he was mewing at the living room door to be let in!

Thanks for reading x

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My Sunday Photo 11th November 2018

The Door

The Door

It was drizzling with rain and I was making my way up the path. I was alone and the walk from the car park was proving a little difficult. I decided to wait for Graham who was moving the car to another parking place.

Then the sun came out for an instance and I wondered what this path would look like in the summer. Would there be lots of flowers among those leaves? I’m sure it would look so pretty. I thought it looked pretty anyway so I lifted up my camera and balanced myself on one stick while I took a photo. 

The photo is wonky. I could have edited it to make it straight, but I’ve not edited it at all. I think it captures that moment. My wonky moment on a path waiting for help because I couldn’t carry on. If I’d not stopped would I have noticed the door at all, would I have thought about the flowers, would I have appreciated the small burst of sunshine amid the rain. 

I wasn’t heading towards the door. The entrance to the building was directly to the left where three steps led up to a PVC door with a window. That’s why I couldn’t manage to go on. It was the steps that prevented me, something that you can’t even see here. 

The next hour or so was okay before the day went drastically downhill with a bang. But that’s a story for another day. When bad things happen it’s hard to focus on the good. This photo is the opposite of that, I saw something nice even though my path was much tougher.

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A little Note About Positive Reviews on Raisie Bay

A little Note About Positive Reviews on Raisie Bay

Some people only write reviews when things go wrong with products, which is good because it lets people know that there could be potential problems. I’ve also seen negative feedback with say things like, I had to return this item because the colour did not suit me…is this useful?

I write reviews on most items I buy because I like to give genuine feedback. If I have a genuine problem with a product I will write my review in the appropriate place.

I write reviews on my blog too, but they are mostly positive. Why? Because I only write reviews for the things I’ve loved. If I don’t love them I let the person who sent me them know with details why and then let them decided if they would rather me write a negative review or not write one at all. It’s always the latter.

This is my blog, my place and I’ll let you know about the things I love. If you want to find out what other people have hated about the product then you will need to look elsewhere.

My reviews may all be positive, but they are still genuine.