Freshly Dried

Just before my granddaughter was born, I found some lovely clothes in a local charity shop, washed, dried and folded them, photographed them – and put the pictures on Facebook.  It turned out that a good friend of my daughter’s had reluctantly donated the clothes to the shop, feeling sad as her daughters had outgrown them. She was thrilled they would be worn again by a new baby in our family.  I love a happy ending.

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Freshly Dried

Grandma’s Cakes

My 86 year old mum, still in her dressing gown, making eccles cakes for breakfast – fresh from the oven and smelling delicious.  These have been a family favourite for years, and are produced at every celebration. This time the occasion was a visit from us Golden Girls, all the way from Blackpool to the Big Smoke.

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Grandma’s Famous Eccles Cakes

 

 

Grandma’s Cakes

Waking Up to Spring Sunshine

Emerging from the bedroom this morning, I was greeted by the sun streaming in through the east facing windows of bathroom and loo.  I had to grab the camera – although these shots don’t really do the scenes justice….DSC_6503

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Waking Up to Spring Sunshine

A Work in Progress on a New York Wall

Visiting New York in 2011, my camera clicked away constantly. When I spotted this skyscraper with a half finished picture on its wall I was intrigued. It seemed the men on the platform were putting the finishing touches to the woman’s right breast…..

 

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A Work in Progress on a New York Wall

After the Rain

It had rained miserably all day, I’d been stuck in editing and was bored and restless when suddenly, through the slatted blinds, seeped a gentle, mellow light.  I scoop up cameras, boots and hat, grab my car keys and drive five minutes up the coast. I spend an hour on this near deserted beach, lost in thought, discovering glistening pebbles, sun drenched rags  and pools of water reflecting cloudy skies.  I watch as, in the distance, dogs bound across the sand, leaping for balls and sticks thrown high by their more leisurely owners. Tiny figures transform into silhouettes as the sun dips low over the sea and the early evening light turns a misty gold. It’s bitterly cold, but my fingers keep pressing the shutters. This is Blackpool. My cameras are full of undiscovered treasures and, at this moment, for this short hour my happiness is complete.

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After the Rain

Life on Reidy Street – A Sonny Delight and Millie Moo Day

Today was a day of repetitions. From Millie.  And Sonny.  And Millie.  And Sonny.  And Millie….you get the picture.  It started at breakfast, when Grandma had a piece of melon, and went something like this:

Sonny: What’s that?  Grandma: Melon.  Millie: What’s that?  Grandma: Melon.  Sonny: what’s that? Grandma: Melon.  Millie: What’s that?  Grandma: Melon.  Sonny: What’s that?  Grandma: Banana.  Long pause.  Millie and Sonny stare at the melon. Sonny: No not banana, grandma, it’s a melon.  Millie (nodding emphatically and looking at Grandma as if she’s mad): Yes, it’s a melon, grandma.

(to add to the sense of farce there is also a bit of a Carry On moment when Grandma accuses Granddad of pinching a piece of her melon whilst she was occupied with scooping egg out of shells, and Granddad replies indignantly, “I never touched your melon!”DSC_6474DSC_6481DSC_6488DSC_6485DSC_6494

There’s stamping pictures, wild trampolining on the Sooper Dooper sun bed, followed by elevenses and when things all get too much just before lunch, Grandma suggests a lie down on the sofa, with herself in the middle – dummies allowed (sleep hoped for, especially for Grandma, who can do it dummyless).  They lie down, Granddad covers them with a blanket and skuttles back to his computer, and Grandma starts a story which contains Sonny, Millie, Squeaky Mouse and fireworks (all by request).  Sonny and Millie are mesmerised, sucking on their dummies like cartoon babies – but sleep (for them) is not forthcoming, despite Grandma’s voice growing ever more faint, like an old tape recording where the speech gets slower and slower and more and more distorted. In desperation Grandma suggests they all take turns to tell the next part of the story.  This goes down remarkably well and turns into something that sounds as though all storytellers are high on LSD – a fish called Ratty, mice wearing socks and fireworks that eat sweeties….

Off on a tram after lunch.  Having been beside herself with excitement, Millie decides she really doesn’t like trams after all as we reach the tram stop. She screams as we bundle her through the door and only calms down when Grandma tells her, excitedly, that its like being on a roundabout (what??!).  For the rest of the journey Millie repeats at regular intervals (to the puzzlement of Sonny and all surrounding passengers), “Like a roundabout, Grandma,”  This, along with, “We like trams, Grandma,” and “Stopping again,” at each of the 15 stops. Sonny, meanwhile, spends the whole journey pulling his hat over his face and shouting, “Where’s Sonny?!”  As they get off the tram at the Solaris an elderly woman smiles at them and tells Grandma and Granddad how well behaved they’ve been.  Sonny turns and growls loudly at her (“like a lion, Grandma.”) and they are bundled off just as they had been bundled on earlier.DSC03986 DSC03988 DSC03992 DSC03981

The exhibition is a big hit with Sonny and Millie, who find the toys, shift chairs and chase each other up and down the corridors and round the pillars, grabbing business cards and scattering them like confetti.  A drink and a biscuit and its time to reverse the whole process.  Grandma has a meeting in town so Granddad is in charge of the two monkeys the rest of the way home.  The last thing Grandma hears, as the tram door closes, is “Like a roundabout, Granddad,” quickly followed by, “Where’s Sonny?” She taps on the window as the tram sets off.  Two little red cheeked faces grin out, blowing kisses, and Granddad has that look that says, “Beam me up Scottie…’

It was all worth it in the end.  After telling Granddad she’s a bit hungry, followed by a bit dizzy, Millie gives a big sigh and says, “Having fun granddad….happy day.”

 

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Life on Reidy Street – A Sonny Delight and Millie Moo Day