Saturday, 19 April 2014


Yesterday was gorgeous wasn’t it? The sheep in the field that partly surrounds my house were soaking up the sunshine and warmth. These are not my sheep, my girls are a bit further away. I was pottering about when the neighbor said he thought there was a lamb stuck. Turned out that some naughty lamb had been playing king of the castle on my garden wall.

I don't know how she managed it but she had brought the outer skin of the wall down on herself and was literally immured. Walled up under the wall. My heart sank, not a sound was coming from the lamb and no mum was bleating in distress, but sure enough a nose and foot could be seen. After much wriggling and careful removing of stone, rolling some stones away from her premature tomb, her front legs were reachable.

It took several minutes before with baited breath she was delivered from the stones. There was a sense of this being a second birth, she needed freeing and with no noise coming from her the possibility that she was fatally wounded or dead by now was quite high. At last though, just enough of the stones gave way, in the right direction that she could be pulled free. Thin and hungry looking she could only have been a few days old, far too young to be cavorting up and under stone walls alone.

There followed a  few moments, while she  lay dazed and shocked on the lush green of the grass, with gentle coaxing to see if she could stand alone. Anxious moments of waiting  to see if she had any possible fractures? wouldn’t be surprising after all with a wall coming down on her, but no, she rose to her feet and after a few wobbly steps found her voice, crying for mum. Mum was totally oblivious and quite some way away munching away happily. with a little guidance though they were finally reunited and the lamb fed hungrily.

That happened yesterday, Good Friday, and the resonance of the Easter story made me smile. Happy Easter, what ever your faith and belief.

Tuesday, 14 January 2014


Its a long long while since I wrote a blog post, so long in fact that I have been sat here for 30 min struggling to remember the pass word to get into the blooming thing.

Life is so full of pass words and stored data these day, before you know it you have umpteen things to remember and chances are if like me you have passed half a century, pass words and technology doesn't come intuitively. I forget stuff, I forget a lot of stuff, and everything moves that darn fast that you can quickly find you have been "removed from the data base" because you stopped being as active as you once were. Life is that way too, we get removed from life's data base and become a poor summary of what we thought we were.

I attended a funeral yesterday. As I sat listening to the eulogy I kept thinking, "but where is she in this?" because the eulogy was a life reduced to a series of events and there was little sense left of the departed. it made me ask myself how I might be remembered when I am removed from the data base, will I be a vaguely familiar password phrase that no one can quite recall accurately enough to have a real sense of me?

Will I be remembered for the things I did or the things I made, or the daft stuff I said? I hope I am remembered for making my beautiful children, for making folk laugh? although to be honest I know only to well that I make some people angry :(  will my entire life be misread?

 Its a sobering thought that we see the world as we are, rather than as it is, even more so when others see us in very different ways to how we see ourselves. When the young man from Environmental health came to inspect the cattery we were chatting about cats and I happened to say I tend to know people by their cats, which cat do they belong to? He suggested that I was probably known as the cat lady by now. So maybe cats and quilts and spinning and children and beautiful grand-children is not too bad a way to be remembered even if I still hanker to be remembered for making you laugh.

"Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
"Life is beauty, admire it. Life is a dream, realize it. Life is a challenge, meet it. Life is a duty, complete it. Life is a game, play it. Life is a promise, fulfill it. Life is sorrow, overcome it. Life is a song, sing it. Life is a struggle, accept it. Life is a tragedy, confront it. Life is an adventure, dare it. Life is luck, make it. Life is too precious, do not destroy it. Life is life, fight for it." Mother Teresa