Lighting up the community


What a traditionally wonderful couple of hours we spent this afternoon. Ross on Wye was buzzing with families, milling around the array of stalls, laden with gifts of every kind. A particular favourite was a gentleman in a top hat, who had been turning the handle on his organ, to play music hall tunes, since the morning.  He was collecting for Cancer Research.  By the time we arrived his arm was aching, as he had been there all day, but still, he cheerfully explained to us how the intricate, bellowed organ worked.  As the evening drew in, the brass band provided the soundtrack of Christmas carols.  Anticipation grew as the crowd patiently awaited the big switch on of the Christmas tree lights, stood tall by the market building.  We hungrily consumed a delicious Sri Lankan pork wrap, from a colourfully painted van and sampled some real ale from the local brewery. Amongst the throng, children posed for pictures with their favourite famous film characters, who weaved between those waiting. The old-fashioned shop fronts, harked back to days gone by, some lit up to showcase their wares.


Quick update on my progress with my book…

I was really lucky to be interviewed on BBC Radio Gloucestershire on Saturday 8th November.  It was my first ever interview and it was LIVE, so I was extremely nervous.  I have to say, however, that I faced my fears and conquered them! I ended up absolutely LOVING IT! If you wanted to have a little listen, you can do so by clicking this link below.

I was a little wobbly at first but soon settled into it! This was my pre-interview selfie!


The Letter


Found this today, it was one of my very first posts, when I was new to blogging and I do not even remember writing it! :) Happy Thursday friends!

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Cottage (Photo credit: slinky2000)

The steaming mug of coffee was reviving and bringing with it the hope that she could push through and stay awake long enough to make it to the end of the day.  It had been a hard slog, starting at 5am with last minute packing and cleaning but she was almost there with only one more load of furniture to go.  Once that last load was emptied she could breathe again and answer the call of her rumbly tummy. She allowed a tiny smile, casting her eyes over the ramshackle cottage that was now her home; though not wanting to jinx her current situation which afforded her a generous amount of luck for once. She began to reflect on the day when she had received that official looking letter; the day it had all begun- when her luck changed and with it the direction of her life.

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A sensory walk in the Forest of Dean

My brisk and chilly dog walk was a pleasure today.  I say brisk, it cannot have been that brisk, as I took over 50 photographs, but I had intended it so.  Like so many other times, today, I was captured by the magic of the Forest of Dean.

The sun threw shadows in my path and every direction which I turned offered a different colour.  The leaves, which crunched satisfactorily beneath my feet, spread as far as I could see and the rustling of squirrels darting about, drove my dog to distraction.

I stumbled across a little moss clad stump, which had obviously been used as a little picnic area by squirrels and impressive fungi of some kind( I am no expert). These reminded me of when I used to tell my boys that the fairies lived beneath them.  I still like to think they do, although sadly my boys have moved on from this.

All in all, my daily dog walk served to remind me to be thankful for my beautiful environment. The Forest of Dean truly is a magical place.