Sunday, 5 July 2015

Third [And Final] Wedding Hymn

In Christ alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
Here in the love of Christ I stand.


In Christ alone! - who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe.
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save:
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied -
For every sin on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.


There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious day
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine -
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.


No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand:
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.

That’s it now – I have posted almost all the photos I took over the wedding weekend. But when Steph and Mark return and we have the ‘official’ ones, there may be a few more on the blog. This coming week will be a busy one, so I may not get round to posting regularly.

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We have seen some amazing weather down here in Dorset this past week – the thunderstorm and lightning on Friday night was truly awesome. We have also been with friends going through personal storms – at moments like this, the words of this hymn chosen by Steph and Mark really resonate.

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In Christ alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.

fernndown Jackie-Radwanski

What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

[Pictures of Bournemouth, Poole, and Ferndown, from the Bournemouth Echo]

Saturday, 4 July 2015

What A Wonderful Name For A Village!

  • do they have a Summer Ball?
  • is the village Post Office called the Wool Shop?
  • are the locals called ‘great knits’?
  • is there a long and winding road?
  • do Robin, Rico, Rowan or Wendy live here? [or even Hank]
wool bridge (1)
But they clearly take a very dim view of vandalism, if the sign on the bridge is to be believed! This is the burial place of the Turberville family – believed to have inspired Hardy’s Tess of the D’Urbevilles
On the subject of wool, I have just finished knitting a tiny little jacket for a prem baby, using a pattern which Fishcake kindly sent me. This was an interesting project – not least because the instructions didn’t say how many stitches to cast on. I worked it out by calculating backwards from Row 13! The other challenge was that it is knitted all in one piece, and you suddenly realise you have made the armholes. It was very quick to do. The little lacy pattern round the yoke is so sweet.
But it is July – absolutely no more knitting for a while now, my hands are way too hot and sweaty. And I still have wedding things to sort and put away. Steph has been brilliant at emailing us from Thailand with details of their honeymoon adventures [elephant riding, a Thai cookery lesson, sightseeing, swimming…]

Friday, 3 July 2015

He Would Always Walk Tall!

The death was announced of Val Doonican, the Irish singer, who passed away yesterday at the age of 88. My parents really enjoyed listening to this gentle, humble man, whose charming voice brought laughter and smiles into many homes with his TV show [it ran from 1965 – 1986] We even had the LP! My Mum particularly loved his jumpers – and his rocking chair.

val doonican

I suppose my own two favourite songs were Walk Tall [I have tried,despite my diminutive stature] and Paddy McGinty’s Goat. But Mysterious People [and also The Special Years] were two that my Dad liked – celebrating the joys of childhood innocence.

Children are people who live in a land

Made of raindrops and puddles and pebbles and streams

Silently watching a twig as it sails

On a clear crystal pool to an island of dreams

There go a pair who have just built a city of mud,

And it's real

They know that mud doesn't look very pretty,

But ooh, how it feels!

This little boy greets the snow with a smile

That little girl has discovered an isle made out of pillows

One little fellow is friends with the wind in the willows

All of them children and all are mysterious people

I can remember when I was a boy

That my bed was a ship that I sailed through the night

And I remember the world as a place

That was eager and loving and shiny and bright

Where is the boy who was friends with the rainbow

And once rode a pawn?

Where is that shy and mysterious person?

Oh where have I gone?

I can remember I once said my prayers

But now I stand by while my children say theirs

Watching them kneeling

And I could cry

That one day they'll forget all that they're feeling

Oh, what a shame that our children should grow into people

I was never quite sure about Elusive Butterfly – the first time I heard it on the radio, it was a Mondegreen Moment – I thought “The bright elusive butterfly of love” was “The bride, a loose-leaf butterfly of love”!

RIP Val, thank you for all the melodies you shared – and in this day and age, a happy ‘showbiz’ marriage lasting over 50 years is something to be celebrated. May God comfort your widow Lynnette, your daughters and their families.

Thursday, 2 July 2015

An Interesting Looking Cove

definition COVE [noun]

  1. a small bay or inlet, usually between rocky headlands
  2. old fashioned term for a fellow; chap

P1010672Here’s my own favourite cove, paddling at Lulworth Cove on Tuesday. We enjoyed the most gloriously sunny day off together. We arrived in time for breakfast and went to Brody’s Cafe


Bob declared sausages excellent. I had a bacon and mushroom roll. After eating we wandered down to the beach and walked along the shingle, paddled, and sat on a rock to rest for a bit. Then we climbed the cliffs to see even more of the natural beauty. Our day out also took us to Winfrith, Wool and Wareham. On the way back, we drove round the Cordite Factory Site at Holton Heath, so Bob could look at the WW2 buildings. Home via Lidl to buy cheap ice lollies! then to friends in the evening for a BBQ. A Very Good Day Off!

lulworth wareham and wool

Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Family Trees

After the speeches at the wedding, Bob and I, plus Martin and Elaine [Mark’s parents] received gifts from the Bride and Groom. Lovely floral arrangements for the Mums [which Steph had arranged for my SIL Marion to collect from the village florists earlier in the afternoon] bottles of something tasty for the Dads - and these necklaces and cufflinks following the woodland theme.


I love the little footpaths round the fir trees! Each gift bag also contained a beautifully worded thank you card from Mark.P1010659

25 years ago, Steph’s teacher called me into the classroom one afternoon. She said they had been trying to think of words beginning with ‘gr’. The children had offered grow, green, and grass- but Steph’s hand shot up, and she suggested gratitude. I am very pleased that our children have remembered the importance of saying ‘Thank you’ even though they are now an old married couple!

Tuesday, 30 June 2015

Sew Long Ago!

Rupert Annual 1958 inside origamiSomeone at Saturday’s Craft Event asked me how long I had been doing crafts.

I said I couldn't remember I time when I hadn’t made things. I was sewing and knitting before my brother was born [he arrived when I was 7½] and I loved doing the origami models from my Rupert Annual [which came every Christmas]

Then I wondered what was the oldest piece of my own craftwork which I still have. I think it must be this little fabric box, which I made at school in 1967. It is about 6” across and 2” high.


We had to design a box in two colours [many of my friends opted for the yellow/green colourway, because they were supporters of Norwich City FC] and we were allowed a third thread colour. I chose red/blue, with black. I had been to a few theatres, and was very taken with the tragedy/comedy masks, so based my design on that. We had stitch the lid, make the box, line it with cream fabric, make a tassel and then put everything together. I gave the finished box to my Mum, and it was on her dressing table for the next 34 years, she kept her necklaces in it. After she died, Dad gave it back to me. Looking at it now, I cannot believe how neat my blanket stitching was back then, or how straight that central seam.

What is the oldest piece of craftwork you still have? Is it from your school days? Do you still practise that particular craft?

Monday, 29 June 2015

Our Crafty Coffee Morning

One weekend I am busy with bunting and cakes …and the next, I am busy with bunting and cakes…[next weekend may be different, who knows?] Our Crafty Coffee Morning for Christian Aid went incredibly well – over £200 raised, and great fun had by all. The crafts included cake decorating, card making, parchment craft, crochet, nylon flowers, box-making, kusudama flowers, knitting, punching, stamping…and we had good tea, coffee and cakes to fortify us through the morning [thank you Steve and others in the kitchen] Well done Alison for being the Chief Organiser behind this worthwhile event. The Hall was absolutely buzzing with people enjoying themselves creating lovely little things. We charged £5 a head entry fee – all craft materials and refreshments were donated. People could visit as many different craft tables as they wanted.

xn aid crafty coffee

As well as demonstrating the kusudama flowers, I made a Pergamano Parchment Owl card and a little nylon flower [notice my amazing pink gel thumbnail – special treat for MOB last week! Thank you to Heather and Luise for teaching me two new crafts today!