When it’s gone its gone
I don’t normally sell items on my blog, but I have a very rare collectable piece of nature for sale.
Here is possibly the last piece of snow from the UK March 2018 storm. It just needs a little TLC to bring it back to as new condition. It measures 18 inches by 9 inches and it would be a super addition to someone’s snow collection. I’m open to offers, but it is only on a cash before collection basis. I apologise to any international buyers, but due to customs restrictions I can’t ship outside the UK.
Chicken not included. No chickens were harmed during the photo shoot.
Sorry folks, but the snow has now been sold to an elderly gentleman from the North Pole who is an avid snow collector. Apparently Mr Claus is flying in tonight to pick it up.
Hurry this is a one day only sale and when it’s gone it’s gone.😂,
Here is a member of the All English Winter Gymnastics team in training
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but our new puppy has yet again experienced a change of identity. She was called Millie, then briefly tagged Dora. Eventually the extreme knitter put her foot down and insisted that she was going to be called her first choice of name “Elsie May” This is now permanent as I’ve ordered her name tag and it cost me a whole £2.49.
The addition of Elsie May to the family has meant that our trips away in the campervan have been put on hold until she has learnt her toileting manners. We are doing day trips to get her used to the campervan life. We drove to Stratford on Avon park, beside the river for a picnic, followed by a walk around the town to get her used to people and crowds. She is doing so well and sleeps through the night.
Taking a decent photograph is nigh on impossible as she runs and runs
The saga of what to call our Cockapoo puppy continued. Yesterday she had the name Elsie for 7 hours. That changed to Molly for 4 hours. The list of possible names is endless, but finally after a second family meeting in the evening it was decided to call her Millie. That’s it now no more changes.
I haven’t posted on here for several months due to us not getting the time to get away in the campervan. Family commitments and a heavy dose of man flu stopped our travels. Hopefully that is all going to change and we’ve got some special places in mind to visit.
More wild camping spots on the agenda for us this year and I’ve been told by the Extreme Knitter that we can include a visit to Scotland again.
It was a long time coming, but eventually the extreme knitter has worn me down and we have added a new member to our explorers club.
After a quick trip over to Stilton where we met Amanda, we came away with the new addition to the family.
Please meet ?????
An 11 week old Cockapoo girl, chocolate brown with a white tuxedo and two white socks. Only time will tell how this new setup will work out, but early signs are promising. Ruby has accepted her new partner in crime and they appear to be working together as a team hell bent on causing us chaos. She travelled well on the trip home, which for a campervan dog is pretty important.
As yet we can’t agree what to call her. Amanda, her breeder called her Muffin, but there are four family members all suggesting their favourite names and we can’t agree. Eventually I will have to step in and make an executive decision and over rule the other three. (did you see how easy I said that, as if I’ll have any say in the matter)
If you’ve read my previous post “Is that a rat” I hoping that now with ???? beside me and Ruby stood outside the various shops, I won’t get those comments.
A big thank you to Amanda for providing us with such a beautiful, well mannered puppy.
The end of September again means only one thing for me. My annual visit to the Adventure Overland Show held on Stratford upon Avon racecourse. This year I visited on my own some. The Extreme Knitter had other commitments.
The show gets better each year with many varied trade stands, displays and so many interesting vehicle in the camping and parking area.
As always, I will just leave a few of the photos for you to digest.
Landrover 1963 Series 2A forward control camper
This beauty was a work in progress. It just oozes classic Landy.
Just a little electrical work that needs tiding up. One of those five minute jobs
Nice Arse end
Xplora Overland were showing their new Ford Transit conversion. If only I had the money.
I’m trying to convince the Extreme Knitter that we need to tow one of these buggies behind our campervan.
VW T5s LTs T4s
Ex Military Trucks were well represented
Series One Landrovers
Our Old Series One Landrover
I do regret selling our Series one Landrover. The beauty of hindsight.
Back in 1969, as a pimply teenager, I used to run a disco on a Thursday night in the village community centre. I was dating the Extreme Knitter at the time, but because she lived 16 miles away and it was a school night, she wasn’t able to come over, so at 10pm every Thursday night I always played our song for her.
Stevie Wonders “My Cherie Amour”.
We celebrated our45th wedding anniversary this year and I’m going through my mid life crisis (Yes, I plan to live to 126 years old). I started to realise that there is so much we haven’t done or experienced.
I decide I didn’t want to die without having a tattoo. Anyone that knows me will be shocked, because all my life I have been anti tattoo and I could never understand why people would disfigure themselves.
I took a giant risk and didn’t tell the Extreme knitter that I was having one. With help from my Grandson the deed was done.
Here is the result on my upper arm.
“Are you still together” I hear you ask.
After the initial shock at the unveiling and needing to have sit down, she loved it.
I don’t know what I would have done if she didn’t.