Lost on a summer’s day in Fulwood

So anyway here is a lost hat. It’s bright red and hanging in a bush on Garstang Road.

Seems utterly preposterous on what must be one of the hottest days we’ve had of late, that someone should have been wearing a hat. But then little heads.

I saw a 2 week old baby today at Blackpool Zoo. I almost can’t remember my son being so small yet he’s still my baby.

It’s such an idyllic day thay I can’t help but marvel at the beauty of these small people. And they are people.

We sometimes fail to give them credit for what they know. This morning a 3 year old identified a classic Porsche 911 for me in a classic car magazine…..before going on to tell me that his favourite car is an Ambassador!

Anyway if anyone has dropped said hat……it’s on a busy outside a care home in Fulwood on the A6!

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Lost in Newcastle on Mother’s Day

So anyway my Mother’s Day was a total washout.

It’s been a long week. I’ve had the most shocking, hacking cough for the best part of 8 weeks, coughing up seeming lakes of green concrete every morning and throughout the day, feeling weaker and weaker, absolute zero interest in life…..which is hard when you have a 4 year old to entertain. So I went to see the doctor finally, and HURRAY for AMOXYCILLIN! I felt, overnight, like I had my life back. And I’ve been getting better and better all week.

To return to last Sunday…..we should have been at the Lost Castle just outside Penrith, at Lowther Castle, for my son’s best friend’s birthday party. Sadly the Beast from the East put an end to that day. Fortunate for us in some respects as my son had a temperature.

Up and down all Sunday and Monday, no other symptoms and totally normal by Tuesday morning when I packed him off to nursery. 2pm and a call to collect him. My poor, poor boy was shattered and burning up…..onset tonsilitis and he’s battled it all week. Foul tasting penicillin he has swallowed with, at most, the mention that I might have picked up the wrong medicine, rolls eyes…..silly Mummy.

Sunday dawns, and secretly I had wanted to go to the Lakes all week. Mmmm a walk alongside Elterwater, cakes in Chesters and a stroll back….one of my ideal ways to spend an afternoon. No, poorly husband. Burning up was no understatement. He has slept all day and is shocking.

Boy slept a good few hours too during the day, long enough for me to fill 6 garden bags with ivy…..that bastard ivy, that bastard bastard ivy. OK I apologise but I REALLY HATE IT!

Short of napalm I have no idea how you rid your garden of it effectively. Still, at least now I can see my photinia, wygela florida variegata and sambuca black lace (elderberry).

So, not all bad. I have been screaming inside for a day of real fresh air, biting Lakeland air, the smell of Lake District air….there’s nothing like it, I swear to god it can heal anything…..I digress.

So my great friend and saviour of all things lost these days….Mark Freeman captured these beauties today, on a weekend to Newcastle to see my other two favourite Freeman men.

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I particularly like the 2 for 1-ness of this picture!

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Not sure which bit I find more depressing about this one – the decrepit roof or the lonesome trainer. Lost shoes always give me the creeps for some reason.

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Ah the lost mitten, saluting the day from his spike, my favourite loss of all.

Much love to all the mums out there celebrating today, I hope you had a lovely day. If you’re missing your mum, I send my thoughts and best wishes, if you aren’t a mum and want to be, don’t give up, I didn’t and it’s worth all the laughs and worrying! If you aren’t a mum and never wanted to be one I hope today hasn’t been a cringe fest for you and that you had a blast doing something else!

Lost at Fairhaven Lake

It’s a favourite haunt of ours. A man made lake next to the beach just round the corner from Lytham.

The cafe serves immense home made fish fingers and all manner of butties, cakes and main meals….a real delight especially if, like us, you have a small child. The playground is great and if you’re really lucky there’s a guy with a huge inflatable slide…..more fun!

I don’t know about other parents but my son has had four new pairs of gloves or mittens this winter with three pairs left over from last winter. To date I have 5 orphans and a lost pair. Most losses seem to happen at nursery. How? I just don’t get it but next winter I’ll be making his! Up there with knitted trunks, I’m sure, the threat of home made will encourage him not to lose them!

I’m not up to making shoes, though!

Lost in Malham – full circle

I can’t admit to taking either of these. My good friend Mark Freeman took them.

We go walking when I can get my proverbial together, and it being 15 months since we last walked, managed a time out last weekend. Mark suggested revisiting school trip stamping ground, Malham.

We did the circular route taking in Janet’s Foss, Gordale Scar; Malham Tarn and then back via the Cove.

We had all manner of winter weather, fluffy snow, BITING WIND, sideways hard snow, sun and more wind.

The online route said 2 hours 55 mins assuming you walked up the waterfall at Gordale but I wimped out and we took the 2 mile detour. No idea if that affected the time to the degree it took but 5 hours. Yes, 5!

My pathetic, post baby, perimenopausal body took a beating. I was unable to get out of the car!

Anyway these

It’s hilarious as Malham was home to my first lost glove I think. Or second.

My left foot is still unhappy but plans for a walk next month are afoot. I must lose weight.

So I had a baby….and lost the blog

Over Christmas 2016 we went to Haslam Park to feed the ducks and this is what we saw:

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It’s so long since I blogged that I’ve forgotten how to put a caption on photos, suffice to say I was never someone who really noted objects….it was always about the garments or shoes….but couldn’t resist the doggy. I’m officially soft since having a child.

Also pink mittens for toddlers are clearly all the rage….not much choice if you have a baby girl. I’m glad I had a little boy – I think the pink overkill would have had me reaching for a Dylon subscription by now!

I captured this at Blackpool Zoo…and I love it.

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It was floating in the penguin pool. Seriously visit Blackpool Zoo. The last time we went was not great. I wasn’t at all pleased, but this time I was heartened, not least by the excellent sea lion demo. The keeper/trainer was fabulous, informative, passionate and encouraging us all to realise that predators are really no threat to animals….we are. He also had an angle on the SeaWorld debacle which came as a total surprise. Despite our global, mutual outrage over Shamu, I had never realised there was a positive side to SeaWorld, at all.

Let’s all strive to be kinder to all living things in 2017. 2016 was a nasty blight on us all. It’s interesting that this piece was written back in the summer….and we were only hal;f way through the year. Pre trump, pre more celebrity deaths, pre countless more attrocities.

I wish you health, love and happiness for 2017.

 

Lost with Beetham’s Fairies!

Magic  magic everywhere!

Magic magic everywhere!

This delightful shot was sent to me by Robin Gregson.

I don’t know what I love more about it, whether or not it’s the actual hat and the marvellous Gruffalo, or the fact that it’s on a footpath sign directing you towards the Fairy Steps – how magical.

It makes sense. Among Robin’s many talents, he has just published his first novel Unreliable Histories. I was zooming through it on holiday, got 3/4 of the way through and I just don’t know where time has gone recently but I’ve not finished it, still!

Definitely worth a download, I’m enjoying it enormously….and not because he’s a mate and I’d have to say that (wouldn’t I?), but because it is rich in language, humour and plot.

I’m also looking forward to reading the Gruffalo to my young son, who, thankfully, adores books. It doesn’t matter if we’re reading That’s Not My Penguin or Peppa’s Viaje En Tren (I’m not kidding), he’s enthralled. I hope it lasts.

Sadly pregnancy and motherhood have not done much for my joy of reading, I don’t seem to have the attention span any more so it’s been a real thrill to read Robin’s first novel without, unrelatedly, having to put it down and pick up Closer magazine instead…..I never said I didn’t have a shallow side!

As for Beetham and The Fairy Steps, I’ve not visited myself but it looks lovely and like a walk the kids might enjoy, if only for the challenge of climbing the steps without touching the walls!

 

Lost on Moor Park

I’ve walked round Moor Park a number of times since William was born, probably more so than during the preceding 46 years!

It’s a lovely park which skirts a very beautiful avenue, once home to Preston’s super rich, I imagine, yet now home to consultants’ surgeries, Moor Park High School and Preston College’s annexe, The Park School.

I spotted this purple hand….

Purple Hand!

Purple Hand!

The park has always been a happy place for me although when I once had a personal trainer and was learning how to run, it became a source of discomfort….no loos! There are two public conveniences but both locked following increasing incidences of illegal naughties going on….now, however, some genius has installed one of those all encompassing blocks near the bowling greens – relief!

Sadly some lowlife managed to burn the old building down

The burned out bowling green hire cabin

The burned out bowling green hire cabin

 

……..but they have rebuilt and as I say, installed some new pay as you go loos – oh the relief!

They also have one of those Adidas sponsored exercise areas.

On your marks....

On your marks….

 

Work that body....

Work that body….

 

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like these areas. They remind me so much of the ones you get on the beaches in Spain…so, of course, remind me of being in Spain. I missed it so much last year, choosing not to fly whilst pregnant, but can’t wait to get back there this year to the lovely villa.

I digress…

Moor Park is a lovely place to walk round, you can play tennis, bowls, take a cycling tour, care of a Council initiative, feed the ducks on the pond…or just have a nice sit down.

There’s also an observatory and it breaks my heart to know that it is no longer in use. I would dream of looking up at the stars from there when I was a child and the minute I became an adult, they shut it down and stopped the public viewings. TYPICAL. Someone get Dara O’Briain and Brian Cox on the case!

There’s a car park at the Preston North End end of the park so no excuses for not giving it a whirl – best in the summer and autumn months!