watching and planning, planning and watching......

Twenty five years ago we bought a crochet blanket at the closing down fete of the old Bullbrook school in Bracknell. We paid a pound for this work of art and I have looked at it in awe all these years pondering over the little old lady who sat there for half her life knitting a double sized blanket for a quid......Well, I am that little old lady, my crochet blanket is a circle of a meter in diameter and I am so thrilled at the way it is growing. Double whammy... as it has turned bitter again, I am working on my blanket and it covers my knees and is keeping me toasty warm before it's official inauguration. We ventured to the beach again yesterday with spade in hand to take advantage of the high winds and tide and shoveled up two huge bags of shells and today we did pebbles and cockle shells. Mary Mary quite contrary comes to mind, with silver bells and cockle shells, I am still working on the bells, does a set of chimes in the arboretum count?? I learned a new word today ...echafoudage....scafalding, if you were struggling. We are now looking into all the options to recover the barn roof and as always we delve, poke, duck and dive for information and knowledge and today I spoke with an echafoudage bloke over the phone who was astounded that we don't just leave it to the roofer, and was even more horrified that Mike would let me be so vocal and asked why monsieur was not making the enquiry, red rag to a bull for imagining that I know nothing about echafaudage so we agreed to meet for a more face to face approach, and bingo, he was only a rep for the scaffolding manufacturers and was waiting for a local scaffolder so I gate crashed his meeting and got the local guy who didn't mind talking to a Woman to take all our details, he promised faithfully to give us a quote.....mmmmm We are still waiting for a warmer spat to move some shrubs and small trees but until then we stay cosy and warm indoors, watching and planning, planning and watching......