To everything there is a season…

Apples courtesy of Habitat Aid.

I’m back to school at the end of this week after a summer when, as ever, I completed about half of the tasks on my list. Note the use of the word ‘completed’. The garden is in better shape than it was at the beginning of July, some decorating has been finished, books have been read and chutney made with produce as it comes into season. It’s a bumper year for. Apples. They’ve been falling from the trees for weeks. I spent a happy half hour in Grandad’s London garden sorting the good from the bad with the aid of a ‘sorter’ fashioned from an old brush handle and a plank of wood. (You can never retire from engineering!)

This year we have a phased back to school and work routine. Next week one of the bright young things returns to school, the middle one returns a few days later (after a week of work experience) and the eldest starts at University after that. Ample opportunity to indulge the family stationery fetish! I’m sure all teachers have one.

One of the great joys of life is the pleasure you can take from the changing seasons – not just the way nature, the garden, the weather, the light changes but all those rituals associated with different times of year. I have a sizeable bulb order arriving within the next few weeks. That will take up a few evenings after school in the new term. There is apple chutney to make, quince jelly to create, the chimney to be swept, logs to order, a Christmas cake to prep in October. The list goes on.

Whilst I’ll miss the not so lazy days of summer there are pleasures aplenty to come in every season. They give a shape and familiarity to the year which energises the body and quietens the soul. Modern society can leave us cocooned from seasonality. Centrally heated houses can feel the same all year round, you can put fresh strawberries on a pavlova in February and keep your Christmas lights up all year round. That’s not for me.

The joy of coffee and cake

I’ve written about taking afternoon tea before and it’s still ‘a thing’ in this house. Yesterday, between the showers we popped over for a stroll around the stones at Avebury and the Manor garden followed by high tea. (More march than stroll to allow for calorific cake consumption).The table was laid with mix and match china, 1930s tunes played quietly in the background, there was proper tea and coffee in pots and the cake was deliciously naughty . My cheese scone was beautifully moist and came with a dish of spicy homemade tomato chutney and there wasn’t a mobile phone in sight. (Every mother’s dream.) As a family we had a proper natter of the kind that is difficult when there are five busy people in a house with competing sporting, school and work commitments, making sitting down together more of a rarity than it used to be.

A glance around the tearoom revealed plenty of smiling faces engaged in relaxed conversations. I guess it’s what the Swedes create when they indulge in the art of fika- meeting up for coffee and cake, even if it’s for 15 minutes. School staff rooms up and down the country would do well to encourage some fika, even if it’s only once a week. If I was a Head I’d be baking on Thursday evenings in preparation for our Friday fika. In fact, it might not be a bad idea for the new term.

And at home with the eldest about to make his way in the world at University a spot of fika once a week is precious time well-spent.

Summer 2019 : 5 reasons why the seaside is the place to be

It’s August and in August the Country Gate gang head to the beach.

A visit to the seaside is a treat for us at any time of year and for well over a decade, as the children grew up, every school holiday the waggons to rolled to West Wales. We couldn’t afford to go anywhere else. Whilst friends flew to Spain, Majorca, Croatia, New Zealand, Japan and Greece we spent time doing essential home maintenance on our ‘ethical holiday home’ (family home inherited from my late parents and occupied all year round by an aged aunt).

There are worse places to go for a holiday than within a stone’s throw of Broad Haven South, Barafundle, Amroth, Newgale and White Sands Bay. We bathed, played cricket and frisbee, discovered bodyboarding, flew kites, read books and ate fish and chips whilst the sun went down. In the Winter we wandered in wellies or walking boots, thick jumpers and waterproofs. Whilst the wind tugged at out hair we sat on the rocks and drank hot coffee from flasks.

I worried that we weren’t giving the children a ‘proper holiday’ – whatever that means – but I needn’t have. We visited some fantastic places – many of which are documented in this blog – despite the bitter sweet feeling that the whole experience could have been better had my parents been alive to enjoy them with us. My great aunt died (at nearly 100) three years ago so we sold the house to a cousin, allowing the essential maintenance on our own house instead and in recent years we have visited Cornwall, the Isles of Scilly, Guernsey and Devon. There’s a definite seaside theme here. “I could watch the sea for hours,” said my daughter this week, whilst gazing out to sea on the coastal path at Baggy Point near Croyde in Devon. My middle son tentatively asked if it was too far for a day trip to Broad Haven South later in the month. He’d like to go back.It’s in the blood. They speak fondly of those holidays just as I look back on all the evening jaunts to the beach after dad came home from work when I was their age.

For those suffering from stress or anxiety the seaside has so many benefits. If it isn’t available on prescription, it ought to be. Here are my five reasons why.

  1. Sun 30 minutes a day spent outside in natural light can significantly affect our wellbeing. The higher the level of Vitamin D in the body, the lower the blood glucose level, suggesting that sun avoidance may be linked to the onset of Type 2 diabetes. A deficiency of vitamin D leads to muscle pain, weak bones, fatigue, lowered immunity, depression, mood swings and sleep irregularities. Wear sunscreen but get out in the sun when you can and the beach is the perfect place to do it.
  2. Sea Sea water has antiseptic properties and may improve skin conditions such as eczema and psoriasis. (I can vouch for the latter.)The salt and potassium chloride content ”seals” the damaged skin and speeds healing. Obviously you need to wash the salt off and moisturise well after a few hours on the beach but it really makes a difference. Psoriasis reared its ugly head first for me  when I hit puberty and my self-confidence plummeted. I was persuaded to go sea bathing by my parents after the tourists had abandoned the beach in favour of their evening meal  and my condition improved so much.Sea water also has strong antihistamine effects and is a good decongestant. It may even help to reduce snoring – always a bonus.
  3.  Sand Sand acts as a natural exfoliant, helping old skin to shed more quickly and improving its natural regeneration. Walking, running or exercising on sand is also recommended as the extra resistance it imposes on muscles can maximise the effects of any fitness regime.
  4. Smell  The distinctive smell of the seaside is caused by dimethyl sulphide gas and breathing it in deeply will help you to sleep better.This is because sea air is full of negative hydrogen ions, charged particles abundant in sea spray and concentrated in fresh air, which improve our ability to absorb oxygen by neutralising damaging free radicals (positive ions). These negative ions can also balance levels of seratonin, the feel-good hormone, making us less prone to anxiety. Patients with respiratory problems and pulmonary disorders report improvements in their  condition after spending time at the seaside too.
  5. Seaweed I’m Welsh band you may be shocked to hear that I can’t bring myself to worship at the altar of  larver bread. If you can bring yourself to partake, seaweed has high levels of zinc, chromium, manganese, selenium and particularly iodine, all essential for good health. I can embrace a seaweed bath or face mask however to draw toxins out of the body and leave you feeling centred and energised.

So there you have it – a beach is the place for tired teachers to go on their summer hols – or any hols.


Summer 2019: The joy of netball


The netball World Cup is over and, for our family,the netball season is over too for a few weeks. What a delight it was to head over to the village courts last Tuesday for the end of season jamboree – fun and games, parents and coaches v players challenge match and presentations. You know you’re getting old when a coach hands over the shooter’s bib and reassures you that “there’s not much running around in that role” – but the husband showed a nifty turn of speed and some ‘moves’ which warmed his daughter’s heart.

I can’t recommend highly enough the benefits of getting involved in netball for women and girls. Fresh air, exercise, and camaraderie in training and games builds confidence, strong friendships and teamwork.

The ladies who started netball in the village should be proud of what they have achieved – dozens of women and girls turning out to train and play every week on the village courts and in the local league, come rain or shine, with a smile on their faces. And it’s so great to see how the girls encourage one another to be their best selves and support each other through the tough times.

Low cost, feel – good, golden times.


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