Meet the parents

Yesterday mine and Amy’s parents met for the first time. We went up to Amy’s sides house up at Robin Hood’s Bay up on the North Yorkshire coast. The house is up on the cliff edge with spectacular views. Their garden is beautifully kept and still has a good number of flowers still blooming into Autumn. Our parents got on well happy discussing mutual loves of folk music and craft skills.







Amy in the garden.


After dinner we took a walk down to the sea front.


A view of the stream running down to the sea.


Robin Hood’s Bay forms the end (or start of Wainwright’s coast to coast meaning there are always a handful of walkers around.


Down at the bottom.




Our little family together.



For traversing the steep path of the bay I was trying out the mama and papa’s baby sling, which I have to say has been very good. It supports well across my back and I can put Alice in and out by myself which has been an improvement on other types we’ve tried and looked at. So far I’d just tried it round the flat areas of Hornsea, so it was good to try it over some more difficult ground.

Back at the house Grandad Foster and Alice and our dads talking in the garden.



We had a lovely day out, a good meal, a nice walk and our parents got on. I’m sure Alice will love visiting the bay as she gets older and can enjoy getting out and about in the waves and rock pools.


Today is a day for indulging in the traditional Zen activity of creating haiku’s. With Alice not sleeping well my daily acts of meditation help a little towards my alertness and calm. A quick little poem following the traditional haiku subject of the seasons.

Autumn leaves falling,

Drifting down to the wet ground,

Crunching under foot.


I have managed to get Alice down in her cot. A rare event during the day. We’ll see how long this lasts.


And on the subject of seasons the Wildlife Trusts anthology on Summer is on offer on kindle at the moment.

From the blurb:
Capturing the high point of the year’s progress, Summer presents prose and poetry spanning eight hundred years. Featuring new contributions by Simon Barnes, Michael McCarthy and Esther Woolfson, classic extracts from the work of Charles Dickens, Mary Webb and Philip Larkin, and diverse new nature writing from across the UK, this vibrant and evocative collection will inspire you to go out and enjoy the pleasures of summer.

Summer anthology-Mellisa Harrison (Ed.)




Walking around Hornsea today I was struck by the number of surfaces covered by ivy. As a seaside town with an elderly population there are many houses and gardens with ivy that have been allowed to dominate areas. I’m rather fond of ivy, but it has become a plant many avoid as it can take over a garden and then need regular maintenance. My partner won’t allow me to plant any in our own garden for that reason, but behind us is a jungle of ivy allowing moths, caterpillars, spiders to multiply.

However ivy has many benefits. It provides all year round habitats for many creatures. It is an excellent source of nectar late in the year for insects. Despite popular opinion it doesn’t necessarily kill trees or harm buildings. In some cases it can protect.


But apart from anything else around Hornsea it is providing a burst of green as the other leaves disappear.

In the closest park to our house it is providing some ground cover as well as adding to the habitats on the trees.


In the Hornsea memorial garden it is providing a breeding ground for ladybirds.



In Hall Garth park it is adding the coat to the trees, providing pollen for insects, providing a home for a multitude of spiders and as a result feeding many birds.





So all in all a very useful plant.

Oh roses for the flush of youth,
And laurel for the perfect prime;
But pluck an ivy branch for me
Grown old before my time.

Christina Rossetti


Flowers to the people

A while back I signed up for some free wild flower seeds courtesy of Kew Gardens through 

They arrived today. Each set has been made up for the UK country of destination. Contents are on the back of the pack. I think I’m going to use these for container planting rather than in the bed. Should add a few treats for the pollinators. 

Polly’s path

For a while I’ve been interested in a little snicket named Polly’s path. It runs out of the carpark of Hornsea Freeport, a small retail centre of mainly outdoor clothes shops. Today my partner is sadly very ill. She’s had a temperature over night and little sleep. She’s too weak to look after Alice. So today I just went into work to get set up for supply and then came home. I took this opportunity to go out on a long walk with Alice to give Amy a rest.

We wandered down paths I’d not explored yet and eventually found our way to Freeport and Polly’s path. Polly’s path took us down a delightful little tree lined snicket. Along the way I found a few conkers for my Autumn tray in school.



At the end of the path I discovered a small cemetery, Edenfield cemetery. The cemetery has some wonderful flower displays and a nice aisle of trees planted in memory of former loved ones.





Among the graves a pair of robins hopped and grey squirrels bounded around.


Alice spent the time fighting going to sleep. She doesn’t like to miss anything.


A nice little find and cut through on our walk.

We returned back home via the mere.

Along the way we saw many wasps going mad for the ivy.


And the sheep passed the time of day with us.


The birds were out in force with several people feeding them.




Autumn is here, but Summer flowers hanging on.

Yesterday took Alice for a walk along the seafront past Hornsea Floral Hall. The hall has spectacular flower beds and there were a good number of Summer flowers hanging on in there.




Although a few have made the shift to Autumn. The dunnocks were still enjoying playing in the bushes.




Along the hedges were a few more harlequin invaders._dsc0296




And a spectacular web.


My wildflower meadow planted earlier in the year is starting to get going ready for flowering next year.