Wednesday, 30 November 2022

Winter Pilgrimage

 


In the Autumn of 2019 Mr and Mrs Drummerman retired to a cottage in North Northumberland. 

Their housewarming party gave me the opportunity to have a pleasant night away from home, and a sparkling morning walk.

The area has been inhabited since the Stone Age and the ancients' Neolithic barrows and standing stones still watch over us.

 


1 December 2019

Last night I enjoyed the Drummermans' housewarming party.   
Rather than drive home late, and to have the choice to drink, I booked a bed in the Noble Lands in Wooler: which also meant I could make a winter pilgrimage to Duddo Stones.
I had a wonderful peaceful time, just me and the Stones and the quiet sounds of nature.

According to the car it was -3o.

Someone had been through this icy patch before me.

It was a quarter of an inch thick, and almost bore my weight.

The Hwyl

I was late blogging the other day because, as I explained in an email, I had the hwyl to do some sorting out and these feelings must be taken advantage of.

It started with a jumper gifted to me many years ago by someone I like and respect.  I never really liked it but good manners prevented me from saying so.  I hoped there might come a time when it would fit into my wardrobe.  But no.  It’s not a colour I wear, the neckline is all wrong, it’s figure hugging and just not me.   

I was going out to lunch with Pearl, wanted to look tidy, tried it yet again and thought “No.”

Under it in the drawer was a long blue top which other people have complimented me in but is elasticated in the wrong place.  To quote my mother it makes me feel like “a sack of sh*t tied in the middle.”  So that went.

Next to the wardrobe.  Another top.  This time pink which Fester likes me in.  But the neckline plunges far too far and the colour is insipid.

Then I thought about the suitcase under the bed.

The place things go ‘for later’ but actually to be forgotten.

Inside that there were three calf length pleated ‘office’ skirts.  The sort I used to wear when working as a PR consultant.  Apart from being very ‘eighties’ that length never suited me and they don’t have pockets.

Next to them trousers and shorts which I obviously though I would fit and or wear one day.  Three pairs were put on the pile.

Then there was a pair of jeans.  At some point I’d taken them in at the waist.  I undid the stitching and, result, they now fit. Not that I actually absolutely need another pair of jeans…

With that success the hwyl left me and the suitcase went back under the bed.

The next day Ferretfingers and I took two charity bags up to St Oswalds Hospice Shop, the source of much of my wardrobe.

Hwyl, like hiraeth, is a Welsh word which has no exact English translation.   

Most people associate it with preachers or singers or sport but it also has a more everyday meaning.  "I’ve got the hwyl" can mean being in the mood to do something.  
Mum, a Geordie, came closest when she used to talk about doing things “while the spirit moves”.

 

Tuesday, 29 November 2022

Snow Memories ...

...of twelve years ago from Facebook Archives

29 November 2010 at 09:19 ·

Both boys' taxis have come - better late than never.   
Mr G parked in the Esso garage and walked across to fetch Thunderthighs.   
Ferretfingers' ladies came to the door.

29 November 2010 at 09:21 ·

We have a mountain of snow outside the back door.

There has been an avalanche off the roof. 

Great strength required to open the bins as there's 2ft on each of them.

Mrs Treasurer  Same here; there was an almighty noise at 3am that woke us all up.   
We discovered this morning it was all the snow off the roof which had landed right outside the front door.  My poor No2Son needed mountaineering equipment when he left to do his paper round!
Ms LHS  My kids are so jealous and just wish we still lived up there.....

29 November 2010 at 09:24 ·

Phone just went.
Ferretfingers's taxi is bringing him home.
6th form college is closed.

29 November 2010 at 15:28 ·

Every time Fester clears the front path more snow avalanches off the roof.

Mrs Elswitch  I've got a bloody huge pile by my door.
Mr Pearl  Yes, I wish it had left the 6 tiles and the guttering up there.
Henlady  We have lost slates too, and the hedge has fallen to the ground!!!!
Bentonbag  The yucca plant has had a right hammering; I'm tempted to photograph it.