the bridge with a difference

As a child one of J's holiday memories always involved a trip on the Middlesbrough Transporter Bridge.

 

 

Last year I went on it for the first time on the way home from our trip to Yorkshire, and I loved it so much we decided to make it part of the journey tradition.

 

Passengers travel across the Tees on a gondola suspended by steel cables 50m about the river in a journey taking two minutes.

 

Which is just long enough to get out of the car and stand under the giant steel frame and marvel at the engineering.

 The visitor centre had several mechano replicas. Someone clearly had fun building them, there were miniature cars travelling back and forth in the gondolas.

Miss K and I were very entertained by the journalistic writing style on the display boards, about the opening ceremony in 1911.

"In a day of jaw dropping pomp and pageantry, industrial Middlesbrough, the Infant Hercules, dressed itself in it's Sunday best, flexed it's rippling muscles and let out a lion sized roar of pride as it unveiled its tower tribute to engineering genius, a symbol of the town's steely resolve and soaring ambition."

makes my ramblings seem rather lacking in descriptive prowess........

decisions.

I'm packing for our annual trip to the Yorkshire Coast. Well technically I'm sitting here drinking coffee and eating fruit loaf toast and typing but mentally I'm packing. There is no rush, it's less than a 3 hour drive, we don't need anything special, I shall fling a random selection of clothes in a bag and the raincoats in the boot of the car and that will do. The children pack their own things, last time I glanced into Miss K's suitcase there was a cat fast asleep in it. He is not coming......... They do it every time they see the mini suitcases, "no don't leave me..............."
Just need to sort out a few essentials and then we can leave, teabags, a book, and a craft project - can't decide between the sock yarn shawl or a basket of granny squares.................. or something new. decisions are so hard when you are in full summer sloth mode.....

wish I was here.

I'm doing jury service this week.

It's in a coroners court, not a crown court, so it's a fact finding mission rather than a prosecution and a defence, and we are there to establish what happened, but not to assign any blame.

It's fascinating to get an insight into the legal world, but there is oh so much sitting around waiting. The first day it didn't even occur to me to take a book or something to do. 

Yesterday I packed some portable knitting, and promptly left it on the kitchen table. During the 1/2 hour delay at the start, the random 20 minutes in which the jury had to leave the courtroom, and the hour delay after lunch I can't tell you how many times I kicked myself for forgetting it.

I wrote several useful lists, and wished I was somewhere else.

Here would have done, Dunstanburgh Castle.

The fishing boat full of flowers at Craster always makes me smile.

Big skies would have been very refreshing after an airless windowless day.

As soon as I got home I grabbed my trainers and went out for a quick walk along the farm roads. I convinced myself it was because I needed the fresh air, but in truth I also needed to walk off the huge portion of chocolate cake I had for lunch. 

Sometimes a sensible lunch just won't do.....

sun sparkles

Bright blue skies.

 

Sparkling sunshine.

Sometimes you need a day of rain, (and oh how it rained.... I have rarely been so wet....)

to appreciate the sun when it comes out again.

silver sparkling tree  - Hulne Park, Alnwick. 

colour

I sit outside under a bright blue sky with a mug of tea and look at the riot of colour 

that has taken over my garden.

This delicate poppy is growing amongst the lettuces, there technically it is a weed, but I can't possibly pull it up, so there it stays, and the bees are happy.

A single white scabious flower adds a dash of cool to a fiery hot mix of pinks, reds and oranges.

There is no planning involved, I fling things in with blissful ignorance, and am invariably surprised by the results. Who knew that fennel and sweet williams would go so well together...... or perhaps you think they don't...

The alstromerias grow taller and taller, some of them are as tall as me. 

I don't have a vase tall enough to display them in!

There is colour in the vegetable patch too, bright yellow pumpkin flowers and tiny bulbs of green pumpkins forming, I shall be watching avidly for them to start to turn orange.

I can't sit outside for long though, I will burn, I'm currently having a love/hate relationship with sunscreen..... The first brand I bought made my eyes and face swell up, not pretty, and quite painful... The next brand was better, no swelling, but a ugly blotchy rash.... I bought an organic brand which is more of a barrier cream, no swelling or rash, but I still burn a little with it... and I really really don't like the feeling of the cream as it doesn't really soak in to your skin...... I think what I need is a really big floppy hat (if anyone knows of a good one let me know.....). 

of course living in the north I don't normally worry about sun that often, we don't usually get much.....

 the last few weeks have been astonishing.........  

Today we have grey skies and the promise of rain, but I have a pile of  colour to play with; a stolen bag of scraps, with a quilt in their future, because it's always quilt weather, whatever the colour of the sky.

random

 

I'm still walking in training for a half marathon in September.

I found this chair in hay meadow yesterday.

I resisted a sit down and kept walking.

 

Last week I ran away from visiting my in laws and went to Morecambe.

There was no sight of the sea, but there was a latte, and later some liberty fabric.

 

It's the first day of the holidays and so far I have spent 3 hours sorting out photographs on the laptop, - I found the cable to down the pictures from our weekend away, backing up, and generally getting distracted by last years garden photos.

 

The children have friends round and they are making cupcakes and covering them in smarties and hundreds and thousands.

 

I need to go out and buy netting, the black birds are eating all my raspberries.

 

Then we must make our annual holiday calendar, there is something about a large sheet of paper and some coloured pens that means planning the next 6 weeks is such fun.

 

What plans are you making?

 

playing with kites and visiting wooly woods!

The National Trust have launched a new list of fifty things to do before you are 11 3/4  and many of the sites have activities on throughout the summer to help you fulfil some of the challenges on the list. We visited Sizergh Castle, where there was pond dipping and bug box building, den building and kite and badge making.

 

 Although this year both my children are older than this I firmly believe you are never too old to play with sticks and mud and kites.

 

 

As demonstrated by two parents both over 11 3/4  making a kite which they then played with very happily whilst the children waited to go and eat cake..........

 

 

 and whilst this post isn't an advert for the National Trust I must recommend a trip to Acorn Bank 

which is currently home to the most amazing wool art installation.

 

The Woolen Woods

 

there are patterns to download so you can create your own wooly woods, or contribute to this one.

 

There were oh so many wonderful creatures and flowers,

 

 my children teased me that I had taken 6 million photos.

 

They were exaggerating, it was only 5 million.............

 

I couldn't decide which to post, I could choose them all.....

 

or even decide upon a favourite.

 

I may have to go back and take some more photographs just in case I missed anything.

 

then I'll decide which I like best!