Now, this particular piece of woodland is high on a hill with fantastic views for miles and miles. It's open and airy with mostly deciduous trees like beech, hazel and ash, but sadly not an oak tree to be found (my personal favourite........maybe). The ground slopes VERY steeply down to the one side of the path - glad no one slipped!
Tuesday, 16 September 2014
A Walk in the Woods
Now, this particular piece of woodland is high on a hill with fantastic views for miles and miles. It's open and airy with mostly deciduous trees like beech, hazel and ash, but sadly not an oak tree to be found (my personal favourite........maybe). The ground slopes VERY steeply down to the one side of the path - glad no one slipped!
Saturday, 16 August 2014
Baaaaaa - trials of the sheepdogs
Friday, 30 May 2014
Was this a holiday or a history lesson?
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| Our wonky attempt at a round house! |
Sunday, 18 May 2014
Homemade Potions
Today I've been experimenting with potions! Not in the hubble-bubble toil and trouble way, but with this lavender and chamomile salve.
I've never tried making anything like this before but I'm quite pleased with how it's turned out so far.
This is how I made it:
I gently heated 1 cup of olive oil with 1/2 cup dried chamomile until warm then left it to infuse for 20 mins. Then I took the chamomile out and squeezed out the oil. I added 2 tbsp beeswax pellets and heated the bowl over hot water until the wax melted, then stirred in some lavender essential oil (12 drops) and some tea tree oil (6 drops). I poured it straight away into my cleaned pots and left it too cool.
I'm looking forward to using it and can't wait to experiment with more! I love the smell and the simplicity of the ingredients - no chemical nasties here :)
Monday, 17 March 2014
Scissors and Sentimentality
I recently found this old pair of scissors. They don't look much, but I love them. I'd forgotten all about them and found them in a drawer.
They are old, but they're still surprisingly sharp and just right for certain little jobs. They used to belong to my Gran - she kept them in a glass pot on the mantlepiece ready for use, where everyone knew where to find them. I particularly remember using these scissors while she taught me to knit - a skill I'll always be grateful for.
Gran's not here anymore to see all the new things I've learnt with silver and although the scissors are no longer shiny, I'm glad I still have them.










