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Three children *** One big, grey dog *** Two parents *** Country loving *** Cottage dwelling in the South-West of the UK. That’s us!

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“A moment spent in wonder is worth a lifetime spent in awe.”


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  • Merlinda Little The riddles game reminds me of that Tom Hanks film called Da Vinci Code! Its so awesome and sadly I am not very good with... 25 Feb
  • Louisa Your code wheels sound like great fun. My daughter is also fond of riddles and is always testing me with them. I enjoy the thought... 24 Feb
  • Craft Mother Absolutely. It ticks so many boxes but, most importantly, captures their imagination and creativity. Hope your son enjoys it in the future. 24 Feb
  • Craft Mother Never easy, but worth the effort. I need to keep reminding myself. 24 Feb
  • Christy I love the idea of riddle solving and hidden messages. Creative and gets them thinking! I'll definitely be using this when my son is older.... 24 Feb
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Has it gone yet?


I can’t see it anymore. Must be.

Phew! At last.

Should be safe to venture out again. Now it’s slunk away. What a time. I’m talking about January. This year it somehow turned out to be particularly harsh, so I skipped it. Practically the whole month.

It helped that I could snuggle down into my burrow and work. So much to do that it dug into my evenings too and I could ignore the lack of light.

Flu took out two weeks by itself. Not just me. Most of the family too. I’ve never had flu before, so that was a surprise. The stories about not being able to get out of bed are true. Even if the Bank of England had fluttered every £20 note, in its possession, passed my window, I would have stayed put. At least I had time to read, sleep and lose weight. A novelty for me at this time of year.

I have been knitting. I have finished objects to show. Just need to time my models being home with the appearance of a blue sky. Not happened so far.

It’s Candlemas/ Groundhog day today. Imbolc yesterday. One of my favourite times of the year. Half way there. We’ll make cakes, light candles and celebrate.

Snowdrops are putting on a show in the garden and hedgerows. The birds are everywhere. Not only the regular garden inhabitants. Yesterday, I stood and talked to a woodpecker and a sparrow hawk, in the garden. Not at the same time. It doesn’t work like that.

I can see a badger has been busy digging in our garden. I sometimes come across him if I quietly wander out into the garden late at night. Usually the holes he makes are obviously about worm hunting. One night, he dug a hole that I can only think was to find one of our hibernating hedgehogs. Hard not to feel sad, but, as I’m always telling my children, there are no supermarkets in nature.

I feel like I’m emerging from hibernation. This morning was the first day of the year I woke the children up singing. This is a good sign. From under one duvet, I heard a muffled voice.

“That is such a nice way to wake up. I’ve missed you singing.”

And she meant it.

Joining in with #wotw with “emerging”. I’m back.


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