Robin Ghyll

Even at midday today a block of ice filled the birdbath.  After lunch I walked the Shave Wood loop.  Apart from Ari and Jackie who stopped their car for a long chat, I saw no other humans. Only three ponies were in evidence.Pony camouflaged  One tore dead branches from a fallen tree, perhaps for the lichen.  They certainly are experiencing food harder and harder to find.

Many forest car parks, like the one at Hazel Hill, have been padlocked for the winter.  Now we have passed the alleged first day of spring, they have been opened up. Hazel Hill car park I see no sign of people rushing to fill them.

Derrick 8.79We are going back a couple of years in Elizabeth’s ‘through the ages’ series.  The featured picture, number 11, was taken by Jessica in August 1979 during one of our holidays in the Lake District.  Before I explain the location, I need to confess to spending a couple of hours locating ‘Pictures’ on my iMac.  This is because I decided to scan and adjust Elizabeth’s version of the photograph, which was the wrong way round and bore some faint but unfortunate parallel lines across it.  In fairness to my delightful sibling, when she first scanned this for one of Mum’s birthdays perhaps ten years ago, equipment was not so good, and how was she to know it was my right hand on which I was resting my face?

I saved the scan to ‘Pictures’ which has a different icon than ‘pictures in iPhoto.  I couldn’t work on the picture from ‘Preview’, and I couldn’t find the separate ‘Pictures’.  After much frustration and a reluctance to phone Apple helpline yet again, I found how to move the picture to iPhoto.  It didn’t really need any enhancement, but at least I can now manage any that do.  If I can remember how to do it, that is.

Now, to the holiday.  The family of Jessica’s sister Sue Trevelyan owned the house at Robin Ghyll near Langdale in the Lake district.  We would sometimes stay with the Trevs, sometimes on our own, taking Matthew and Becky with us.  On this occasion our friends the Biebuycks accompanied us.  This was a large, spacious, house shared by the Trevelyan brothers, and available for all their relatives.  A dry stone wall surrounded the rocky garden that overlooked the Lakeland hills.  There were numerous popular walks, some of which, (see ‘Vertigo’, posted 14th July last year) scared the life out of me.  It was on one of these holidays that I discovered the delights of Theakston’s ‘Old Peculiar”.

Billy bookcaseIf the truth be known, I probably chose to wrestle with the computer to avoid tackling the assembly of the IKEA bookcases which were delivered this morning.  But I couldn’t put it off for ever.  Were I to claim that I, or even we, unpacked these heavy boxes; studied the picture book instructions; checked the contents and laid them out in a sensible order on the floor; collected the necessary tools together; and built the furniture, I would be stretching credibility.  So I won’t.  This afternoon, Jackie was the surgeon.  I performed the roles of hospital orderly and theatre nurse.  We settled for one operation.  There is always another day or three for the others.

Last night’s jalfrezi meal and Kingfisher was repeated this evening with the addition of mixed fruit crumble.  Delicious.

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