HOW WAS IT FOR YOU?
2008 I mean! For me it was a pretty mixed year looking back …
January – Began with a panic attack as in a fit of alcohol induced enthusiasm I agreed to enter the London to Brighton bike ride. As this was 65 miles long and I hadn’t ridden my bike above a couple of times during the previous year and that only to the Post Office, (1 mile), the realisation of what I’d let myself in for was enough to give me an attack of the vapours!
February – Usually nothing to write home about, but this year we found the Virgin Mary in Anglesey! I kid you not! Take a look at the postings under Sue’s holiday!

March – Two bits of bad news! One I got accepted for the London to Brighton bike ride and two I have to accept the scales are not wrong, I am indeed 10 stone.
April – I attack my cycle training and my diet with gusto! Unfortunately both seem to backfire. BF1 who is supposed to be my training partner keeps having punctures and after two weeks of rabbit food I’m still ten stone!
May – We celebrate the return of summer with Maypole dancing and a bar-be-que. There is a gale blowing and it’s freezing! BF2 becomes my new training partner and takes perverse pleasure in dragging me up near perpendicular hills! I have lost two pounds, (weight that is!).

June - There is an alternative universe! We find it tramping 100 miles of footpaths around Cornwall. I finish the final chapter of Jamaica Inn at … er … Jamaica Inn! I also complete the London to Brighton bike ride. Hooray, thank God it’s over!

July – Ashby Arts Festival and I wished it wasn’t! Definitely over stretched myself by organising too many events and at the same time, publishing our collection of poems, stories and songs in the Aristocratic Neck. Good job a bit of late hay making restores sanity and … I’m going to be a granny although nobody is supposed to know yet!
August – We hit gold at Shrewsbury Folk Festival! After weeks of wretched weather we chose one of the few lovely weekends of the year. I inform Nearest and Dearest I am renewing my attempts to discover my voice. He says I shouldn’t bother as it’s trapped under the coal house door … Philistine!
September – We buy some British White cattle and manage another fabulous weekend, this time in the Lake District. I get some great photos and write a poem for No 2 son who has the audacity to ring me up while I’m on top of Cat Bells to ask where his fancy dress outfit is.

October – I’m sure this was a wonderful month filled with remarkable, life changing events, but as I’ve just lost connection with the web, I can’t remember any of them! Whoops! I take that back, after a month of Friday mornings attending Willow’s choir I am now beginning to pitch a few notes! See, I told you it was a life changing month! Tra-la-laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
November – Showing Sheep for Pleasure and Profit is out and I have 10 copies for sale if anyone would like one! I dream of being the next J K Rowling, but think there may be something wrong with the title as the response amongst family and friends is luke warm.
December – Two weeks of non stop writing supplying my regular publications with articles well into the new year as I need to do Christmas. Nearest and Dearest screens it out so it’s down to me to make it happen.
Six go wild in the Lakes on a folk carols weekend. I’m not keen on the vegetarian victuals, but the workshops and the snowy landscape were out of this world and … someone actually told me I was musical! Wow!

Dent Dale

Carol singing at the Manor
We do our usual Solstice walk and BF2’s partner threatens to sacrifice me from the top of Cademan Rocks. Fortunately I escape this fate that is not worse than death and enjoy perverse satisfaction when he later goes down with man flu!

Christmas – I’m screening out my bombed out kitchen after No 1 son decided to do Christmas dinner. Carols around the Christmas tree and our impromptu choir more than made up for it though!
All that’s left of 2008 is the New Year Eve party at BF3s. My resolution this year is …
NOT TO MAKE RASH PROMISES WHILE UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF ANYTHING RED AND RUBY!
Happy New Year!
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All the best for 2009
If daisies are fresh in January.
Here's wishing you all the best for 2009!
I spent a lot of my childhood in
Angelsey, it certainly is an enchanted place.
Last year a dream came true and I went to St Petersburgh quite unexpectedly. My expectations were somewhat confounded, yet the choral singing was out of this world, which it is meant to be
I suppose.
Glad to get back to an Anglican service and pews, though.
Oh I am so glad I am teetotal, I brought the New Year in with like minded
friends convivially drinking
elderberry cordial.
Yet there is always one, isn't there? Drunk, singing at the top of her voice?
How to help such a friend, we have all tried!
A sober New Year to you all.
Oh, do you use an hairdrier when
showing sheep, another friend uses
one on her horse.
