Posts from the “mountains and valleys” Category

Hereford Harmony -Totally Amazing!

It was a triumph! I just came back from a weekend of utter utter joyousness. Hereford Harmony organised Rox and Jen one of the  the Pixie  helpersby  the adorable Roxane Smith and her bunch of pixie helpers. Right now I am in such a brilliant mood, I would not know where to start with the major highlights of the weekend. Well here we go… in no particular order…highlight number one. The pixies put up a tent and blew up a mattress for us, so  me Mr P. – for the first time in  camping history were able to stand up in our tent, and I slept… a full 8 hours every night …hurrah! Never before in the history of my camping life has this occurred. As non-drivers we usually end up in a tent designed for pixies,  with a sleeping mat designed for a very light tangerine so when it rains it is pitiful, as all you can do is  lie down until the rain stops as our oh so light and portable  tent is only 3 ft tall. And you have to do everything in a crawling manner. Dressing is really annoying. Anyway, that was the first brilliant thing.

Then there was  FOOD! The way to my heart is to make me food ( It’s a Taurus thing) The farmhouse, Tim and Karen made us breakfast, homemade sausages and bacon mushrooms and toms and toast, homemade jam. Also Monty made us supper every night a vegetarian feast     ( what…I just think about my stomach!!!! shirley not!!!). There was a fabulous leopard print marquee, that got called the Bet Lynch, which just made me chuckle most of the time.

Bet Lynch

The Cabaret on Saturday night was perfectly formed, Mr P was the MC and the acts were all brilliant, cannot start to tell you which ones I  really loved…but ok..the acrobatics, the four piece sweet, the Amazing Frogs in a box, or was is Box of Frogs from Swansea.  The welsh goat song, the 2 Joni Mitchells singing Be Good Tanias, the hippy dippy’s, Jim’s guitar…argh the list goes on…

What else was good..? Lots of Welsh People…that was lush. Got some bananagrams and scabble in. ( did I win? what do you think?) Bananagrams with the Girls The campfire singing was super-dooper, and after 11pm people sang lovely sweet songs to send everyone else to sleep.

I loved the  vibe that Roxane and her crewe had set up. It was so light and relaxed.. Not too many people, 100 altogether, which is the perfect amount for a camp -so next year you had better book early. Met up with some old friends and made some new ones too….you lovely people. AND THE SINGING! wow! what a sound. I had great workshops, which just went much too fast for my liking, as did the weekend and all the other singing workshops and fun. I am going away somewhere now to continue chuckling inside and radiating  loveliness. THANKS EVERYONE. x

It was cold and raining cats and dogs...but we kept on singing!


When the rain came down on Sunday, and never stopped all day, many people got absolutely soaked putting their tents down…much wetness. We sang this in 4 part harmony in the big marque while the place got muddier and muddier.

Sweet memories.

This is a great video too.

So yesterday I lied, and once again flouting convention I am going to do my fourth study of the title of this week’s photo challenge ‘ONE’.

There is a song I used to sing when I spent more time dancing barefoot in marquees with lots of hippies ( me? Hippy…never…….much too earthly). The words were “and there’s only one sky to fly in”. This picture I took of the South East Coast of England reminded me  that we are all living under the same sun and the same sky. We all stare at the same moon and sleep under the same stars. Our moods are shared by the pull of  the same tides and planets. Wow …can you tell I have had a few days off?

Yes a few days of having some wind in my feathers and sun on my face has left me feeling more ‘at one’ with the world. I do my best to stay with  that ‘oneness’ in the hustle bustle of the world. It has been said how easy it is to be all enlightened and at one with the universe when sitting cross legged on the top of a mountain or on a beach in Thailand, but try it in the queue at an underground IKEA when the thing you wanted the most has no price tag on it, or someone pushes in the line at the bus stop, or the man next to you on the tube looks like he might kill you if you even look at him. The challenge is to take the feeling you might get sitting next to the shore line back to the world. ‘Be in the world but not of it’, is a phrase told to me that stuck. There is no real point in ‘dropping out’, because  surely our reason for being is what we can give to our community, whether it is washing other people’s socks, marking their english homework, mending their cars, making them laugh, teaching them songs,  or giving them something to read.


Alison Krauss  -Down to the River to Pray

Lovely bit of choral singing in this, as well as Alison’s angelic tones…you will have heard it in “oh Brother Where Art THou” if you are into the Coen Brothers films.

City and Country – Public Transport vs. Cars

Singing in the Barn

Singing in the country and then back to the city! Blue skies all day in the country!

blue skies...smiling on me

I spent time travelling around on trains and buses and cars, no tandems or horses..shame!

Home now, and on the sofa and I am not gonna move unless it is really necessary. Upstairs has his industrial sewing machine on, so up for a lovely relaxing evening in front of the tv with the humming of the machinist in the background! Deep Joy.

Baker Street

I am always amazed that people out of the city have to spend so much time in their cars, and have to thank them so much for shunting this urban non-driver from motel to eco-conference centre to railway station. It does sort of make me mad that in the city we can get around on public transport and then out of town people NEED cars as the public transport is so rubbish , and it’s completely chicken and egg.

prisoner of the white lines of the freeway

SONG OF THE DAY This song came to me as I was driven down a motorway..’prisoner of the white lines of the freeway’

Sex in the Morning!

Well maybe I got your attention!  Sorry no sex here though -it’s all about shoes today – and very sensible shoes too.  An insight into my in soles. Today I am going to start a formal introduction with you and all the shoes I have lurking  in my corridor. Yes all 29 of them. 2 pairs of shoes a day. Their  individual stories which must be told.

So in no particular order…..


One Weekend last summer I spent a weekend, from friday night to about 4pm on Sunday  working solidly. Locked in the office.  At about 4pm on Sunday, I think I  had managed to achieve all I needed to  do, or I was in  the process of going mad so Mr P took me down to Holloway, our local metropolis. I really needed a bit of nurture, a bit of a treat, so we had a cake and coffee in the Croissant D’or and ambled to The Clarks Factory shop on Seven Sisters Road. Deep Joy! There they were as if planted by a higher force. Silver Desert boots in my size reduced to £10! It was as if a higher force had seen fit to place what I can only consider as being the perfect gift for all my hard work. Now to the sad part of this tale. I have a bit of a love hate relationship with crepe soles, which were obviously not invented for a temperate climate. If if you weare crepe soles on wet concrete, you might as well be wearing roller skates, for all the grip they give to the surface you are balanced on. Absolutely rubbish. So even though I have weakened and have a couple of pairs of shoes with crepe soles  -they can only safely be worn on a day when there is no chance of rain.

Also my Silver desert boots have that funny shoe issue as in they need to be worn in , they come up to my ankles and as I have Cankles ( my calve go straight into my feet with no sign of a delicate  indentation) I have to especially wear in boots, they are still a bit forlorn and have not been used to their full silvery potential.


I bought these in the Ecco store in Cheshire Oaks about 3 years ago -a retail outlet store near the in-laws when I needed a REALLY REALLY  sensible pair of shoes. They are men’s and a size too big for me ( one of my little downfalls in life is buying clothes and shoes that are too big for me…I can get them on so they must fit). They sat at the back of the cupboard for sometime until I realized that you  need Gore-Tex shoes in the country if you don’t want to get wet feet. Early morning wet grass and ordinary leather shoes -however sturdy -well they  just won’t do. So extra insoles and thick socks have meant that every time I leave London on the train for the Hills and Valleys -not often enough- these are the babies on my feet. They have tramped around Shropshire ways, Essex coastlines, North Yorkshire highways, Somerset lanes and  other by-ways in wind, snow, much mud and rain and I have never got wet feet. Not very feminine or funky  and when travelling light  – can be the only shoes I take, so have used them for dancing and social engagements too! Carey Bradshaw would turn in her grave. So I shout out loud. I need an all weather shoe that I can dance in too!!!! I wear them so much I think they need a name. Doris, or Henry…a well loved shoe that show no signs of falling to bits what so ever.


I am a huge fan of Michael McDonalds voice, even thoug he has a pension for sounding a little strangled…I adore his voice and loads of his tunes are up there in my top desert island compilation.This one always cheers me up. HAVE A GOOD DAY X