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9th October 2018


Hi all

We promised each other every year, that we would go to a medieval festival. Well, that ‘year’ finally arrived; I booked the tickets online after checking to see if there were any concessions for disabled or for carer. I was pleased and relieved to see there was, which then allowed us enough ‘change’ to purchase a souvenir programme.

The event was scheduled for the bank holiday weekend 25 – 27th August 2018 and advertised as ‘A magical weekend experience for all ages’. A medieval festival that celebrated its 26th year at Herstmonceux Castle, Herstmonceux, East Sussex.

The momentum grew over the years from its humble beginnings of a small gathering of medieval re-enactors and performers, to assist in the grand re-opening of the castle grounds. This authentic festival has grown so big now and become so popular.

From the moment you arrive, the sounds, sights and atmosphere hit you, to the point of disorientation – What century is this exactly?

Good Gentle Folk,

Hail and well met!

Whilst you stroll the grounds of the

castle you are bound to meet our

villagers and members of the court.

It would be well if ye would

converse with these goodly folk in

the language of the day.

Hail and well met!

(Hello nice to see you!)

God yow see

(God be with you)


(In any case)

Plight me thy trouth here in myn hand

(Give me your word)

Tarry a while

(Slow down)

Hye thee!

(Hurry up, you!)

How stands the hour?

(What time is it?)

What ails thee?

(What is the matter?)

What be thy title?

(What is your name?)

Fare thee well




Parched I am!

(Where’s the buxom wench!)

Wither away art though?

(I’m off to the buxom wench!)


(By nails and by blood, oh bother!)


Quote: Malcolm Group Events Ltd.

E: info@mgel.com

T: 020 8150 6767



All in all, we had a brilliant day, stopping first at the mud pit to watch the mud brothers push each other into the mud pool whilst reciting Shakespeare and hilariously engaging with the gathered crowd. We then moved on to watch a medieval wedding which was fascinating and very ‘fairy’ themed.  Surrounding the couple taking their vows were family, friends and members of the public  who were drawn into this enchanting sight. After a while I had an ‘indication’ to move on, which was tricky as I had to push the wheelchair up an embankment, so I swivelled it around and pulled it using the back larger wheels for grip. When we got back onto the trodden path, stall holders were dotted about selling their wares of olden days. Crafters, Joiners, Carpenters, Wood lathers, Smithies and other specialists demonstrating ancient methods and techniques, it was very interesting and made us realise how much has been lost down the centuries.

I pushed or pulled the wheelchair, depending on what obsticle presented itself, along the path until we reached the main tarmaced lane down to the castle and watched the procession of warriors, villagers, pentacle drummers and Flora, the 12 foot high Singleton Giant who is a Woodland maiden ‘living’ with other giants in Ashford, Kent.

We couldn’t see the siege of the castle by two family members and their own groups’ of warriors, as there were so many people infront of us, but we certainly heard it with loud bangs from the cannons.

I did find it difficult pushing my darling in his wheelchair, as a lot of the entertainment was set on bumpy grassy areas. Lessons learnt….note to self…..bring the electric scooter next time.

Unfortunately we were unable to see the jousting as it was situated in a field further away, nor were we able to see the trebuchet – a counter weight or swinging beam machine (throw over) and was the heavy artillery of the middle ages. We did manage to see the archery which was situated in the castle gardens.

A buggy picked us up at the end of the day and drove us all the way back to the car park (as previously at beginning of the day). I was so relieved as I would never have got the wheel chair up that steep hill!

If you like the idea of going back in time to the middle ages, then go on the Herstmonceux Castle website and book your tickets for next year. There is a camping option should you want to stay all weekend.

Thanks for reading

Take care






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Dear bloggers

I spotted this on Twitter.



Of course women want money, but does it make you happier than being true to your heart?

The world would be a happier place if we listened from within….





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Look who docked up next to us!!

Tweetie Pie was near by too.

Amazing what you spot when out at sea.

Take care


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25/11/2018 at 2:43 am

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Aurora Ship (P&O)

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Having a brilliant holiday around the med on Aurora!

We hear it’s snowing back home!

Take care


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Got to be optimistic!!



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6th October 2018


Hi there

Bosvena a’ gas dynergh!      – Welcome to Bodmin!

We have just come back from a lovely stay with friends in Bodmin, Cornwall.

On a treat day out – we visited the local steam railway, Bodmin & Wenford Railway

where we ‘steamed back in time’ and experienced the wonderful era of steam travel…….back in the old days – station stopping for families, groups and enthusiasts of all ages, with a choice of boarding either a heritage steam train or a diesel train.


In May 1887 the line was opened from Bodmin Road (now Bodmin Parkway) to Bodmin General connecting Bodmin, then county town of Cornwall, with the London mainline. A second line opened in September 1888 connecting Bodmin General with the older (1834) Bodmin & Wadebridge Railway at Boscarne Junction. These two lines form the Bodmin & Wenford Railway.

In 1963, the last steam passenger services to Bodmin General ran and passenger services ended altogether on 30th January 1967.

China clay freight to Fowey from Wenfordbridge ceased in September 1983 when the line was closed. Six years later, on 21st October 1989, the first passenger trains of the preserved line, steam and diesel ran from Bodmin General to Parkway.

The railway is unusually steep, which is why you don’t hear the engines working going downhill, but you can hear them working hard coming up hill. The gain in height along both of the branchlines is about twice the height of Gilbert’s monument on the Beacon. On the website there are symbols representing the varying gradients of the line should you be interested.

Pricing and events are advertised at the station and on the website, but we found that the best value ticket was the ‘freedom of the line ticket’ for unlimited travel and freedom to hop off and back on exploring the four stations as the train ‘toot’ ‘tooted’ in. You can stay for a whole day if you choose to. The other plus for visiting this charity owned railway, Bodmin preservation society,  is that carers go free when accompanying those who need a carer – just mention this when paying on the day, should you need to, as it is not clearly visible. Disabled parking displaying a disabled badge, may park at the front of the station, although this was not clear and I had to ask the ticket lady.

There is a cafe and a shop at Bodmin General, which is the main station; your journey will take you on to ‘Colesloggett Halt’, ‘Bodmin Parkway’, ‘Boscarne Junction’ and back to ‘Bodmin General’

On route you will pass stunning scenery of the Glynn Valley, flora & fauna of Cardinham Woods, The Beacon Nature Reserve and Gilbert’s Monument to name but a few. All in all a brilliant day out and some great photos and footage.

PS. dogs are allowed to go too!

Thanks for reading

Take care






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1st October 2018



i came across Val McDermid only recently, a brilliant writer whom has written a number of novels, one of them – ‘A place of execution’ was adapted for a TV drama called ‘Wire in the blood’ starring Robson Green.

Val McDermid grew up in a scottish mining community then read English at Oxford. She was a journalist for sixteen years, spending the last three years as Northern Bureau Chief of a national sunday tabloid. Now a full – time writer, she divides her time between Cheshire and Northumberland.

This book – ‘A darker domain’ is about murder and abduction; it was first published in Great Britain, 2008 by HarperCollins publishers.

“Twenty five years ago, the daughter of the richest man in Scotland and her baby son were kidnapped and held to ransom. But Catriona Grant ended up dead and little Adam’s fate has remained a mystery ever since. When a new clue is discovered in a deserted Tuscan villa – along with grisly evidence of a recent murder – cold case expert DI Karen Pirie is assigned to follow the trail.

She’s already working a case from the same year. During the miners’ strike of 1984, pit worker Mick Prentice vanished. He was presumed to have broken ranks and fled south with other ‘scabs’…….. but Karen discovers that the reported events of that night don’t add up. Where did he really go? and does he hold the key to solving the Grant mystery?

Quote Val McDermid.



Val McDermid is labelled by certain tabloids as ‘Scotland’s queen of crime’.

This novel is a superb mystery with lots of twists and turns. I wasn’t sure whether I would take to it or not, but once I had grasped the dialect, it became much easier to keep up with the pace.

By entwining old cases with new ones, val has created a web of secrecy, intrique and murder  with disappearances of characters muddied with the miners’ strike of 1984. The pit workers and their families, back then, tell their painful story of survival and portrait strength, unity, weakness and betrayal.

The memories and the pain flow on down a generation and so infiltrate the whole story line to reveal the truth of the murder cases, which are stranger and far darker than fiction.

I definately recommend that you read this book if you haven’t done so already. It was an exciting, scary ride with a good ending.

Thanks for reading

Take care






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29th September 2018


Good evening

I would like to share with you a photograph that I took and digitally altered back in 2015. My darling and I had got off the ship for a wander around Sydney harbour in Australia. We came across the art gallery and as I have previously explained I do love other peoples’ art just as much as my own ‘splashing about’. The image above was taken of a painting in the gallery, but I’m ashamed to say I did not note the artist. It was a pretty dark painting and I knew that I would be able to use it some how at some point. So put my own spin on it and made a few adjustments.

A few weeks back I was having a conversation with an elderly lady, it struck me that she was a rather unhappy individual and I just felt sorry for her. Not one ounce of positiveness did she have, no laughter, no smiles, no nothing.

This is what came to mind on reflection……..


Life is too short 

                                                  Why are you always disgruntled

                                                   forever moaning and groaning                                                  

                                                   I smile at you, you frown,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        forever a crossed lined forehead,                                                

Life is too short for this.


                                                       Why are you always impatient?

                                                                Were you as a child,

                                                          or have you grown into this?

                                                          it puts us at arms length

                                                        Life is too short for this.                                                                                                     

         Why do you shake your head?    

                      forever with disapproval.                  

      Always listening out for mistakes,

               never praising the correct.        

                                                                   Life is too short for this.

                                                                                                                                                             Why are you

so negative?

                                                                   it spreads to others                                                                                                                                                                                                                              like a disease,

An unkind thought

 an unkind word

Life is too short for this.



Thank you

Take care



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