brothers

Oh yes, these boys can squabble alright. They certainly know which buttons to press. But they also know how to play together, to invent mad-cap games, to laugh and snuggle up together, to read to each other, to reassure each other. And that's so lovely to see.

out and about

Last Sunday, at the tail-end of a trip to the Ulster American Folk Park, we had the quickest of quick visits to Springhill, a 17th century house. We were too late to get into the house but we had enough time to walk around the gardens and stroll up to the folly. It was charming and, at that time of the evening, peaceful with only the calls of ravens in the trees keeping us company. The boys had a great time using the haha as a trench and fighting 'the enemy' with stick guns. On the next sunny day we'll pack a picnic and go back for a proper, longer explore.

dear diary

Not long after having Hugo I realised that there is not much you can actually do while feeding a baby, except gaze adoringly at them. Gazing adoringly at your baby soon wears a trifle thin, especially if they choose to feed every two hours, so I bought a cassette tape (yes, a tape ~ it was a long-ish time ago) of Diary of a Provincial Lady and hooted my way through several feeds. Recently I was lucky enough to get a copy of Persephone's Diary of a Provincial Lady and I swished through it faster than the arrival of Lady Boxe's expensive car. The diary records the daily ups and downs of family life in the 1930s, when being a mother of two and wife to one has its own (hilarious) difficulties, not least because the bulbs won't grow, the servants are threatening to leave and one never reads the right books, sees the right exhibitions or wears the right clothes.

January 22nd.- Robert startles me at breakfast by asking if my cold-which he has hitherto ignored-is better. I reply that it has gone. Then why, he asks, do I look like that? Refrain from asking like what, as I know only too well. Feel that life is wholly unendurable, and decide madly to get a new hat.

treasure

We had a day away this weekend. We packed a picnic and went adventuring. On the way home we stopped off at Springhill, but only briefly as it was closing. We managed a quick rummage around in the second-hand book shop there (in a teeny gate-lodge) and found treasure. The Shell Book of Roads may not be the most enticing sounding book but it is, in fact, an absolute delight. It's a slim volume published in 1964 and it details 12 roads, ridgeways, steps, ways, lanes or passes throughout the UK. There's a short, lively descriptive piece by Geoffrey Grigson and each is illustrated with David Gentleman's atmospheric paintings. There's also a line drawing by Peter Branfield to show which section of road is being discussed. 

Fosse Way

 

Sewstern Lane 

The Bath Road

The Antrim Coast Road

This one is my favourite. It happens to be a road we know well. Here's how Mr Grigson finishes his piece on the Antrim Coast Road

"Joining glen to glen, running round headlands and under cliffs which are black, white, and red, between the various blues of the sea and the slopes of viridian turf, crossing fast streams which rush down from the glens and the mountains, this is a wonderful scenic road at all times of the year, but especially in the flowery times of spring and early summer - the time of bluebells and primroses, very tall purple orchises, and roadside cushions of sea pink and egg-yellow tufts of birdsfoot-trefoil"

reminders

Sea finds. Smooth grained driftwood, delicate laced seaweed and opaque seaglass. A little collection to remind us where we come from. The sand has been washed from our clothes, the kites and barbecue have been put away and the boys have finished their first week back to school. In the middle of the week I got the sudden longing to be off exploring, away from routine and work and all the thousand little things that make up our days. Fling essentials into the car, buckle ourselves in and just go... But like the kite that swoops and dives in the seashore wind there are lines that tether us to our place, we can't just leave. Can we?

weekending

At a little cove on the edge of Cushendun, there's Cave House which is only accessible down a little path and then through a....cave. We walked through its drippy darkness (you can't see much of the house as there's a locked gate when you get through the cave) but how Famous Five is that??

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside! Look at those blue skies. And of course it's fresh enough to blow away any cobwebs. We played in the park, ran down the steep hill where the bunnies live and walked along the prom, watching out for pirates (them) and ferries (us). Love, love, love the sea.

wild garlic pesto

We've just returned from a weekend by the sea where we enjoyed our first barbecue by the beach. Well, okay, barbecue might be a bit grand considering it was only hotdogs and toasted marshmallows. But it was by the sea, in the sun (and the wind) with our toes in the ocean. That's impressive, right? Anyway on our return home after a quick garden inspection I saw that the wild garlic clump was looking good, so I made this wild garlic pesto recipe from Circle of Pine Trees. Oh, it's SO good. It's a real Spring treat and easy, peasy to whip up. We ate it with griddled toasts but it would be delicious with pasta or maybe as a topping on a big bowl of pea soup.