Paradise.............

Please, please, pleeeeeeeeease let me win the Lotto.


I want to live here.

Bliss: Going to sleep in perfect quiet.
Ecstasy: Living in a village with NO teenage hoodies intent on being a pain in the arse.
Utopia: No traffic, 'cept for the odd tractor.
Valhalla: Local shop 1 minutes walk and more importantly, the local boozer only 2 minutes walk.
And to cap it all, an abundance of wildlife on your very own doorstep.

This is Winster.


Mum. I want to go back

That's some chicken

This is not what I was expecting whilst out walking the Derbyshire Dales last week. Bet you could get a few omelette's out of that egg.

Derbyshire, here we come

This time next week, we will all be settled in a pretty cottage in a small village called Winster within the Peak District.

If I'm honest, the main reason for visiting this beautiful area of our green and pleasant land, is to experience the Alton Towers phenomenon. Little Miss k has been banging on about going for sometime now. We were all set last year until I discovered that she wasn't tall enough for the real rides by about half and inch. I refuse to talk in tongues. Metrification has yet to enter my conscious, sub or otherwise.

I wouldn't be totally truthful if I didn't say that I want to go just as much. Being an adrenalin junkie, I love the thrill of being thrown around at seemingly impossible speeds and angles whilst keeping the contents of my stomach where they should be. Coupled with the fact that we have two days visit for the price of one, so it just has to be done.

The walking boots are packed for some serious yomping amid the Peak District and of course a visit to the Chatsworth estate is a must. Some friends of ours who live just a couple of miles from Winster don't know it yet, but they are getting a visit. Probably at their local boozer - I hope.

Anybody with any further suggestions of places to see, don't hesitate to let me know.

One rule for us......

I see that freeloading airhead Paris Hilton has managed to last a whole three days in the nick.

It transpires that the poor lamb is suffering from an undisclosed 'medical condition' and may spend the rest of her sentence under house arrest. Wonder what all the other cons think about that then?

What utter tosh and balderdash (don't you just love that word). This boring, self obsessed twat has greased a few palms with her old mans untold wealth to get herself some preferential treatment, but the good old judge who sent her down in the first place screams....whoooaaa.

He's all for sending her back right now. The man gets my vote.

"We are dining"

Well here they are in all their glory.

'Charles & Camilla' have entered the garden.

Aren't they beautiful?

The skirt around the table is an anti squirrel device which works pretty well and it has taken me twenty years to come up with something to thwart those bloody tree rats.

Watch the birdie

For the last couple of weeks we have had a couple of strangers visit us on a regular basis.
Usually they pop in about three times a day to gorge themselves stupid. No I don't mean some old tramp and his tart, our visitors are of the feathered variety.
A pure white dove accompanied by her escort, a very handsome racing pigeon now use the krip residence for their breakfast, dinner and tea. They are inseparable. Where one is, the other is never far away. I know somebody around our area keeps racing pigeons because I often see them wheeling around overhead. They are quite skittish, but I will attempt to take a picture, next time they call.
Mrs k has named them 'Charles and Camilla'. They do look quite regal.

What the Dickens.............

Yes it's that time of year again, whereupon several normally sane and upstanding citizens of these fair towns decide to dress up as characters from the books of Charles Dickens.
His association with the City of Rochester is well documented and our local council try to cash in on his popularity by organizing the Dickens Festival.
There's a small fair the likes of us fifty somethings remember. You know, Hoop La, Coconut Shy, Crooked House etc. Lots of craft stalls and the ubiquitous burgers and hot dogs stinking the atmosphere out.
Several events go on through the day e.g. readings from Dickens and some scenes played out by the local 'am dram' groups and of course there is the Grand Parade. Over a hundred people with a couple of pipe/brass bands thrown in makes for a stirring sight indeed.
But really, that is it. After a couple of hours, despite the fair weather, we had had enough and legged it back home.

The creature stirs.....

There is the faintest of chances that I may get off my recumbent arse and write something fairly soon.