Looking back down the Hill
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Its raining
Its very wet in the forest today! We walked at Busketts, in the rain. Its dull and dark. Its winter!
Saturday, January 07, 2006
At last a little bit of sun!
About 10 O clock we saw alittle bit of sun in the sky and so we deided to take the dogs for a walk. By the time we got to the Canadian Cross, the sun had disappeared but there was very little wind and so it felt warmer than it has done. We walked down through the enclosure, along the river and then up to the pond.
We didn't see any deer today but as we got near to the pond the sun came out. We had some good reflections in the pond.
At the end of the walk we went down and had a look at the Canadian Cross. The Cross was used as a place of worship for the Canadian soldiers who were camped in the forest during WW2. Wreaths are laid throughout the year by Visitors whocome to remember loved ones who died in the war.The cross has a little wooden barrier around it so that the tributes and flowers are not eaten by the ponies.
As we drove home it started to drizzle so we chose the best part of the day to enjoy our forest walk.
We didn't see any deer today but as we got near to the pond the sun came out. We had some good reflections in the pond.
At the end of the walk we went down and had a look at the Canadian Cross. The Cross was used as a place of worship for the Canadian soldiers who were camped in the forest during WW2. Wreaths are laid throughout the year by Visitors whocome to remember loved ones who died in the war.The cross has a little wooden barrier around it so that the tributes and flowers are not eaten by the ponies.
As we drove home it started to drizzle so we chose the best part of the day to enjoy our forest walk.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
A Cold Winter's Day
January has been cold and Grey so far. There has been little sign of the sun and it has been dreary and dark. Today there is a cold wind but as it is wasn't raining I took the camera out on our walk at Fritham. Raffles is feeling much better so we had a fairly short walk at Fritham and Missy played with her ball. She is getting much better at bringing it back to be thrown and really enjoys scampering throught the heather chasing it. However the devil dog surfaced just before we got back to the car and it took a further ten minutes to persuade her to come home!!
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Missy wants someone to play with.
Its wet and muddy in the forest, but Missy has no one to play with. Just before Christmas Dora hurt her foot and she is having to rest.On Sunday Raffles hurt his hip and he is having to rest as well.
Barney has hurt his tail so he isnt able to play either.
Maybe Missy will find some new friends whilst she is waiting for the others to get better.
Ah Well School stars again next week!
Monday, January 02, 2006
January Blues.
The Month After Christmas...
'Twas the month after Christmas,
and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store
(less a walk than a lumber).
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt---
I said to myself, as I only can
"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"
So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
"Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie--not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!
~Author Unknown
'Twas the month after Christmas,
and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store
(less a walk than a lumber).
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt---
I said to myself, as I only can
"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"
So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
"Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie--not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!
~Author Unknown
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