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Reblogged First Novembet Blog with hopefully more appropriate picture.

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OK new picture. See if thus one comes out on top?

First November Blog. 1-11-14. Posted 31-10-14

OK, when I wrote this poem, it WAS miserable.
Halloween, and the sun is brightly shining, continuing this wonderful year of lovely weather in my part of England. Not our normal fare, but what is these days? So, if it is miserable where you good people live, then this poem will be totally applicable.
And yes, I am posting a first November post on 31st October. Getting ahead of the game, ha!

Changeable Days.

Yes, here it is, the dull November,
Bringing with it, bleaker weather.
Gone the sun of summer days,
Or autumn with its changeable ways.
Gone crisp days, with leaves a’flying,
Now the warmer days are dying.
Power winds that blow aplenty,
Gaining forceful strength, not gently
Do they hit our coastal plain,
Then turn to ocean waves again
Setting up a whirlwind furor
Bringing tundra winds, moreover.
Sometimes snow will follow through
When the Earth, in frost, renew.
Months of winter lay ahead,
Whilst we lie sleeping, warm in bed.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. November, 2014.

Not that I/we celebrate Christmas in the most normal way, but I have found the new lighted ribbon garland which I had mislaid. It is red, not, as you may remember, my favourite colour. But for Christymussy things, red or white are the colours ( there wasn’t a green one available). I have the red, daughter has a white one. Mine is destined to sit atop the cardholder ( which has not yet been purchased) on the door. It will probably be in a bow shape. It is battery operated so no problems on that score.

I am not feeling terribly Christmussy, as yet, but was with a relative on Sunday who loves Christmas. In fact, she ordered a new WHITE slim tree while we were there. Having rearranged their main room, space for their normal tree was sparce, so a new tree, that would better fit into the space,was the way to go. So, the seasonal feeling was creeping in, and creeping over to me, what’s morei!

When a young woman, still living at home, I used to watch cookery programmes of the time ( still do ), and by watching those, decided that Boxing Day was for setting out a kind of Tapas, as it is called today. There would be fresh prawns, pineapple cubes on top of cheese on cocktail sticks, different little savoury biscuits, Twiglets, gerkins, cocktail onions and so on, as many as I could get onto the dish. Dad was very proud of this. Just my litle flair, I guess. We would pick and eat from the dish when guests came. Wasn’t a meal, just a little bite or two. Nothing special, but at the time, something slightly out of the ordinary. Heady Christmas days. Times to remember, parents long gone.

Going back even further, when my daughter was a toddler and we lived in two small rooms, I found some bare sticks in the garden, painted them white. Then just the odd home-made decoration, some glitter and voila!, stuck in a pot, a Christmas tree that fit the space and cost very little, just the glitter. All a matter of using your imagination and a little painting skill. Nowadays, you can buy all manner of trees, from huge to teeny tiny ones that sit in the cab of a lorry ( truck). From very natural looking trees to ones made of wire or curly, in the usual cone shape of course.

Something else I found out on Sunday with rellies, you can buy BLACK baubles. Never thought that colour was possible, not for Christmas. Minimalistic, I suppose! Yes, our dear friend Amazon do black, black with silver, silver with black designs, silver, black and grey as a set, the choice seems almost endless. I mean, black!!! Who wudda thunk it????? Not my colour for the Christmas season! But, each to his/her own, I guess. Silver, I can go with silver, I can go with a white tree ( whilst trawling through looking for black baubles, just out of curiosity mind, I also saw a Black TREE! Now, I do think that is going a bit beyond the pale.

Christmas Spirit.

Come join in the Christmas spirit,
Choose decorations gay.
Scout around for berried holly,
Loads to greet the Day.

Baubles, any colour and shape,
Tinsel to decorate,
Santas swinging in the branches,
Corn garlands, popped in the grate.

Balloons or paper balls in corners,
Chains from room to room.
Do you want a star or fairy
To brighten up the gloom?

Cardboard hangers for the greeting
Cards, through letterbox,
Gaudy lights to brighten Christmas,
Eggnog, to detox.

So as Christmas is a’dawning
You will surely not be scared,
To enjoy each treasured happening,
And you’ll always be prepared.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward, November, 2014

QVCUK has a lot to answer for, all these days of Christmas selling. Nice to see, expensive on the pocket.

Well, on a day where the sun is shining gloriously, though it does look a mite fresh out there, then I shall post this pre Christmas blog. Get you all into the spirit, if you are Christian, of course. If another religion, then I am sure you also have a festival close to this time. Most religions seem to. Happy whatever.

Be safe and be good to each other.

Evelyn

First November Blog

My pastel drawing of a sleepy cat.

My pastel drawing of a sleepy cat.

First November Blog. 1-11-14

OK, when I wrote this poem, it WAS miserable.
Halloween, and the sun is brightly shining, continuing this wonderful year of lovely weather in my part of England. Not our normal fare, but what is these days? So, if it is miserable where you good people live, then this poem will be totally applicable.
And yes, I am posting a first November post on 31st October. Getting ahead of the game, ha!

Changeable Days.

Yes, here it is, the dull November,
Bringing with it, bleaker weather.
Gone the sun of summer days,
Or autumn with its changeable ways.
Gone crisp days, with leaves a’flying,
Now the warmer days are dying.
Power winds that blow aplenty,
Gaining forceful strength, not gently
Do they hit our coastal plain,
Then turn to ocean waves again
Setting up a whirlwind furor
Bringing tundra winds, moreover.
Sometimes snow will follow through
When the Earth, in frost, renew.
Months of winter lay ahead,
Whilst we lie sleeping, warm in bed.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. November, 2014.

Not that I/we celebrate Christmas in the most normal way, but I have found the new lighted ribbon garland which I had mislaid. It is red, not, as you may remember, my favourite colour. But for Christymussy things, red or white are the colours ( there wasn’t a green one available). I have the red, daughter has a white one. Mine is destined to sit atop the cardholder ( which has not yet been purchased) on the door. It will probably be in a bow shape. It is battery operated so no problems on that score.

I am not feeling terribly Christmussy, as yet, but was with a relative on Sunday who loves Christmas. In fact, she ordered a new WHITE slim tree while we were there. Having rearranged their main room, space for their normal tree was sparce, so a new tree, that would better fit into the space,was the way to go. So, the seasonal feeling was creeping in, and creeping over to me, what’s morei!

When a young woman, still living at home, I used to watch cookery programmes of the time ( still do ), and by watching those, decided that Boxing Day was for setting out a kind of Tapas, as it is called today. There would be fresh prawns, pineapple cubes on top of cheese on cocktail sticks, different little savoury biscuits, Twiglets, gerkins, cocktail onions and so on, as many as I could get onto the dish. Dad was very proud of this. Just my litle flair, I guess. We would pick and eat from the dish when guests came. Wasn’t a meal, just a little bite or two. Nothing special, but at the time, something slightly out of the ordinary. Heady Christmas days. Times to remember, parents long gone.

Going back even further, when my daughter was a toddler and we lived in two small rooms, I found some bare sticks in the garden, painted them white. Then just the odd home-made decoration, some glitter and voila!, stuck in a pot, a Christmas tree that fit the space and cost very little, just the glitter. All a matter of using your imagination and a little painting skill. Nowadays, you can buy all manner of trees, from huge to teeny tiny ones that sit in the cab of a lorry ( truck). From very natural looking trees to ones made of wire or curly, in the usual cone shape of course.

Something else I found out on Sunday with rellies, you can buy BLACK baubles. Never thought that colour was possible, not for Christmas. Minimalistic, I suppose! Yes, our dear friend Amazon do black, black with silver, silver with black designs, silver, black and grey as a set, the choice seems almost endless. I mean, black!!! Who wudda thunk it????? Not my colour for the Christmas season! But, each to his/her own, I guess. Silver, I can go with silver, I can go with a white tree ( whilst trawling through looking for black baubles, just out of curiosity mind, I also saw a Black TREE! Now, I do think that is going a bit beyond the pale.

Christmas Spirit.

Come join in the Christmas spirit,
Choose decorations gay.
Scout around for berried holly,
Loads to greet the Day.

Baubles, any colour and shape,
Tinsel to decorate,
Santas swinging in the branches,
Corn garlands, popped in the grate.

Balloons or paper balls in corners,
Chains from room to room.
Do you want a star or fairy
To brighten up the gloom?

Cardboard hangers for the greeting
Cards, through letterbox,
Gaudy lights to brighten Christmas,
Eggnog, to detox.

So as Christmas is a’dawning
You will surely not be scared,
To enjoy each treasured happening,
And you’ll always be prepared.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward, November, 2014

QVCUK has a lot to answer for, all these days of Christmas selling. Nice to see, expensive on the pocket.

Well, on a day where the sun is shining gloriously, though it does look a mite fresh out there, then I shall post this pre Christmas blog. Get you all into the spirit, if you are Christian, of course. If another religion, then I am sure you also have a festival close to this time. Most religions seem to. Happy whatever.

Be safe and be good to each other.

Evelyn

Tenth October Blog

Autumn into Winter

Autumn into Winter

Tenth October Blog. – Monday 27th October.

Time to get one more in before the world turns and October spins away taking most of the autumn with it. I tend to think of November as the start of winter, depending on the weather, but often the chills begin with winds and rain. I find that when I watch the old soldiers at the Cenotaph War Memorial in London around the 11th of the month, more often than not, the old guys are dressed up against the cold and the wet, invariably.

I dread the cold weather as I feel the cold, intensely. Even before the temperatures drop seasonably, right now I feel chilly. Perhaps that is due to the fact that I am a LEO. Big cats like the sun and warmth. I do not like it above say, 26 Deg. C, so, not going mad here, I am English so I am used to lower temperatures.

Of course, not all autumns and winters are the same. I personally have known heavy snowfalls in November. Conversely, I have, on occasion, known summer temperatures in the beginning of March. It often depends on the Jet Stream. Whether it stays above the British Isles ( above does not mean up in the sky above our heads, but north, further north than Scotland ), or drops down to fly across the skys further south, say London or even the British Channel at the South coast. Temperatures also can change if winds bring weather to us from The Continent. Very hot often, in the summer but can be icy winds and freezing cold in the winter.

I rang a friend today who has read the headlines predicting a bad winter. I asked her, did she know what affected our weather and, what proof did the newpaper have to back up their statement? But, she had only read the headlines. I mean, they surely must have some prior knowledge to make such a statement, knowing that, if wrong, they can be hauled over the coals by the British public if proved to be wrong. Some people DO keep a check on such statements by way of a hobby.
So, before I go shopping for snow shoes, ski boots, and extra parkas, I want a reasonable proof of “the shape of things to come”!

Until such times, I am basking in the ambient temperatures that have descended on my part of our islands. Yes, a slight chilly breeze, but ” cor blimey, govenor! “, it is slmost the end of October. What do you expect?

My latest and pertinent Octiber poem:-

Wherefore Willow. 27-10-14

Waving green fronds are turning yellow.
Umbrella branches of the Weeping Willow
Swaying and fluttering in crisp Fall zephyrs,
Mightly stand forth like stoic Cemtaurs.
Thin greeny leaves unchain their fetters.
Whirling down like a cloud of letters.
Where the wind will take them willingly,
Into the sky, all blue and heavenly.
Only to flip in the wayward breezes,
Dipping, diving, like winter sneezes.
Returning thus, to join the throng
Of browny leaves that scud along.
Crinkling, cracking on the ground,
Dancing gaily, round and round.
Beneath the hedgerow, hiding, waiting,
Mice and hedgehogs, agitating
For their blankets, Nature given,
Before the wind, so gracefully driven.
Creatures stuff them into nests,
To keep out winter, in crinkly vests.
And when the willow sheds its gown,
Skeletal branches, seen dark brown.
Weathering harsh winter storms,
Without greenery, all forlorn.
No more leaves, the testing time
Will see its branches burst sublime
As new spring shoots merrily gladden
Each heart that sees the winter sadden.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. October, 2014

Not a long post and I could be accused of waffling, well, I am waffling. Been a nothing week really, apart from the house lights blowing, frightening the life out of me, and of course, biggest thing this time of year, the clocks went back on Saturday night/Sunday morning. Always a pleasure to lose an hour of afternoon/evening daylight. Brings home the fact that winter is almost here.

And on that small fact, I will end this last October blog.

Have a great Halloween, all those who celebrate. Not for any evil intent, but for a giggle for the kids and nice chocolate cake, pumpkin pie, apple dunking and like-minded pursuits.

And, as always, be good to others, be great to yourselves.

Evelyn

Ninth October Blog

My interpretation of Elsa.

My interpretation of Elsa.

Ninth October Blog. – 22-10-14

A Strange Journey.

Sometimes a journey starts with few small steps. Not those ones they always talk about, with feet, but those small steps in your mind, the ones that lead to the others. It can be thinking about holidays/vacations/trips! You want to plan ahead, get things straight in your mind. Where to go? How long for? When? Seemingly easy questions to answer.

Dscuss it with the family, or if you are alone, then it may be a decision that is decided by what spots are available in the office rota. In smaller Companies there may be less people that have to be worked in, but on the other hand, there may be more work coming in so, holidays just when you want, may not be feasible.

Horses for courses, yet again. There may be a financial problem, so you may have to choose something cheaper than perhaps you would like. A caravan say, instead of a hotel. Camping instead of a caravan. Do you see where i am headed here? It all comes down to what you settle for.

I no longer go on holiday. I have had my time. Been over to Ontario, Canada five times. Three trips back in the 1960s and two in the 1990s. Every single trip had wonderful memories for me. I flew to other countries inbetween, but In Canada I got good rates flying and with a friend to stay with, it was not so expensive. I might go into those on another future blog.

For now, I am speaking in general terms and availability to those around in England, and I suppose it affects other Western Countries too, here and now. And even if you can afford the holiday you want, it just depends on the kind of person you are, what interests you. Back in the day, the majority of ordinary English people flocked to the seaside for a day, a week. Walking on the sands, sitting in deckchairs, paddling in the waves, eating fish and chips, cockles and whelks in the south east, something different in other quarters of the country. People had few expectations then, unlike these days. A walk along the Prom. ( Promenade ) , simple pleasures for simpler times, I guess.

There was a time, of course, when only the rich or upper classes had holidays. I think that all changed after the First World War, or was the start of the change. Again, do not hold me to it, it is only my opinion. But there were more opportunities in the Twenties and after the Depression, the Thirties. The Depression hit hard in the United States but I know times were also hard here, remembering what dad and mum used to tell me of those times.

Anyway, we have television. We can go anywhere in the world, provided we do not leave the comfort of our armchairs/sofas etc. . even Space is not beyond our imaginings when programmes take us into the Space Station, far above our heads. Mongolia, The Sands of Egypt, Peru, West Indies, China, one could euloguise forever over where to spend our armchair vacation. So again, it all boils down to ….where are we going for our holidays? Another trip to Beijing? Malta? The Rockies? Nah! We’ll just go and stay with Aunt Florrie, she lives down in Brighton or Grimsby or ………… Sussex or …….the list goes on.

Some may take writing holidays, painting vacations or weekends where murders occur. Not real ones but play acting. You may want to take a cookery course for a week or learn dancing or, tell you what, a cruise, just the two of us, The Med., Norwegian Fjiords or hiking, or sailing. Each to his/her/their own. I am too old to climb Macchu Picchu, a cruise -I cannot swim. Writing holiday sounds good to me but I am also too old for that. So t.v. holidays for me from now on.

Take good care of each other,

Evelyn

Eighth October Blog

It's A Robin, Is it  a robin?

It’s A Robin, Is it a robin?

Eighth October Blog. 22-10-14

Christmas IS Comin’.

I cannot evade it any longer. The dreaded Christmas is getting closer, and closer, and closer. Certain Shopping Channels on t.v. have been bombarding us for days, and at odd times for months previously, with Early Christmas days where you can buy all manner of tantalising Christmas goodies, just for you to spend your hard-earned dosh! Great to watch, but one must always be aware that self control must be at its utmost strength at these times. It is not helped by the background music playing a choral group singing a lovely Christmas modern carol ( it was in the film “Home Alone” towards the end of the film – if anyone knows the name of it, I would be very grateful to learn it).

This morning my daughter popped into a store and bought a jumper with a very fat robin on the front. Not only that, it has a stand-out red bobble on the hat and a few sequins. Sequins, always a good thing in my book. Unfortunately, once she saw this jumper in her size, she looked no further. So, if they have one similar, I shall have to wait for another week, though there are none, not even hers, on the web site. I bought a lightweight Christmas robin top last year but not sure exactly where I put it! ( Said previous jumpers are thicker, more wintery. ) Anyone else out there like me? I am not well organised in these matters. Much better organised, I think, with writing and artwork. Well, more like organised chaos, maybe.

So, after having been through a great many Christmases, I am more like Scrooge now. Bah! Humbug! It is all the buying, the presents. People expecting more, and getting less than they expected. I have no young children or any children around me now, not for a long time, in fact. Christmas is for children, sorry, but it is. They are where the magic lies. Their wonder, their excitement. When you get to my age, the continual shopping, the cost to pocket and body are almost not worth the effort. Yes, for lots of you, it will be a religeous ritual that you enjoy. I hope it gives you Blessings. I am sure it will. For many others though, it has become more classed as secular. The old ways have been ousted by the Pound signs/Dollar signs etc. Hear the chinking of the tills as money changes hands at a faster rate than at any other time during the year.

Not really Scrooge, but it is so nice to shut the front door Christmas Eve, have a glass of plonk or whatever your tipple may be, and tell yourself ‘no more spendng’!

Of course, there are those who max out after the day, on ‘SALES’. Not really me, unless a large piece of kitchenware or some such desparately needed item for the home needs replacement, then of course, you check them out to get what you need at the lowest prices. Sily not to! Money does not go far these days. But with some families, going out on Boxing Day morning to browse the shops, is not my style at all. And think of the sales staff who have to give up this annual holiday to go into work. Did it for one job. Hated every second, ( mind you, I hated working in a shop, full stop! )

Have also had Christmases where we have been ill. Tried getting a doctor over extended Christmas holidays? However ill we were, mattered not. Get over it or wait out the time period. Been there, done that and the T shirt was not worth having. It might be different now what with our 111 system.

There has been a Christmas morning when, unbeknown to me, the oven packed in whilst I was trying to cook a free range Norfolk Bronze turkey. Because it was not discovered for about two hours ( not that we could have done anything about it) it was discarded as possibly a health hazard. Norfolk Bronze turkeys are pretty expensive. It was just after New Year before we could get a man out to fix it. Ruined the whole season.

Many things of this ilk have made me think differently about Christmas holidays lately. But when I lived at home ( the place where I was born), we tried to enjoy things. The best times were when I was younger, when war was over and rationing too. Then my parents house was the Christmas Mecca.

Lots of family descended on our house. Gran and grandad came. It was also great because aunts and uncles and lots of cousins came around. There was dancing, singing, card games, dad and uncle drinking lots of beer. I might tell that another time. Suffice it to say that we now enjoy watching programmes about Christmas well beforehand, especially the food programmes, even the dishes and items I can no longer eat.

As always, your views may differ. Such is life!
Have a great day, lovely people.

Evelyn

Seventh October Blog. – The Colour Red.

My Pencil drawing of red poppies

My Pencil drawing of red poppies

Seventh October Blog. – 20/10/14

Journey into red.

An awsome colour. Not, I hasten to say, my particular favourite, but it does have its place in the world. We have come to synbolise it with danger. Why not? Fire is red. Fire is dangerous, viciously so. Think of volcanoes, lava, flames!

But not everything red is harmful. Poppies are red. (oK some poppies can take a person to La La Land) but most are o.k.). Of course, there are many different types of red, I am sure most of you are acquainted with that fact? Yes? No? OK. There are bright pillarbox reds ( for those not of England, pillarboxes are what we post our letters in and are a specfic true red, middle range), the kind of bright reds that adorn many ladies dresses, like the one in the film. ‘The Matrix’.

There are many shades of this particular red, so it is not a static colour. I used to paint so I am aware of colours. But through the spectrum, there are the blue/reds and the orange/reds. When I taught a group of elderly people in the local Community Centre, I had to explain this because, when mixing paint colours, you have to be aware of what goes with what and what does NOT go.

OK, lesson number one :-
There are basic colours that when mixed in certain proportions will make lots of other colours, almost to infinity.
Red, blue, yellow. Basic colours. To those will be added white and black. But my version is this – to have two types of red ( especially if you want to have lilacs -which you will not get if you just use the basic red red).
Lesson number two. :-
In my painting world, bright red and yellow will make orange, but, you try using a blue/red with yellow and you will get something approaching a muddy browny horrible colour, which is OK if you want reddish/purplish earth tones. Transposing, if you use a blue/red with yellow to get orange, you are going to be in serious trouble as again, all you will get are muddy earth tones. So you see, my theory of expanding the basic colour range to two types of red, one blue, one yellow plus black and white is the better one.
There are one or two colours which are very hard to recreate, but as they are in the blue/green range, I will leave them for the present.

Back to reds. The more orangy reds are used in many ways tonally. They will mix with a little black to get various shades of brown. Add back a touch of yellow into the mix and you can come back to ochres. The range is endless. Just a matter of trial and error. This is using a bright yellow colour as the basic yellow. The range of tones can become altogether different if you change the mix by using white instead of black, or indeed, a different shade of yellow as your baic yellow. I am wondering now if you can see how wonderful using colour can be. The colour world, as they say, is then your oyster.

The blue/reds are very important because, with these, and blue ( most blues) you can make all kinds of purple. Add white, and you are into the lilac ranges, exchange white for black and the tones deepen into the aubergines, grapes and so on.
So you see my point of having two shades of red, in themselves totally different from each other, then you will be able to create almost, say 96% of all the colours there are. OK, I hear some of you disagreeing. Your right, of course. You are entitled, but as I have stated before, this is MY blog. My viewpoint.

Hope I have not bored you out of your skulls. Take care.

Evelyn

Sixth October Blog. … A Written Journey

My cherry tree in blossom

My cherry tree in blossom

Sixth October Blog. – 14-10-14

A Written Journey.

Here, I am going to skip through a journey both in time and space. No, not Outer Space, but space across this globe we live on. Where do I start? I will start with the shores of Great Britain, more pointedly, England, because I know just a litle bit more about my country than I do other countries – though some shall be named later.

My tale starts with short stories that I have written. Not about specific places, but about places in general. Two stories are about Country Fayers/Fairs/Fetes. Now these are imaginative stories about ficticious people and imagined places. However, these are common occurrences here in the British Isles. I may have left out details whereby, some towns, villages etc. will have slightly different rules and regulations from the others. But most and generally, in essence, they are extremely similar. Most will have shows ( in the more country areas ) where local animals, i.e. Cattle, Sheep, Pigs and the like, are judged for reasons like the Best in the Area, most like others of their breed.

Some will have dog shows. Some even have cat shows, pigeons, hens. There are often places to eat hot food, small sideshows for people to spend money, often to help local charities. But the one thing most Fayers/Fetes etc. do have in common are shows where locals exhibit vegetables and fruit they have grown throughout the year. Not to be outdone, mostly entries by ladies, are the judging of cakes, home made of course, with jams, pies and the like. Often there are Craft exhibits. All of these latter are judged and awarded prizes.

As you can tell, I have been to a few, and I live in town. Some are larger and have maybe displays by motorcycle police or military motorcycle displays. Some go under the guise of Summer Carnivals. Same difference really. Though some have a load of vehicals, local brass bands, military too trundling down a specific route at a specified time all leading the people to the show ground and all the fun of the fair. I have in the past seen some wonderfull shire horses, Pipe Bands, Carnival Queen floats. One time my mum’s neighbour was a Dowager Carnival Queen. All to cheer eveyone up during the summer months. It is an outing for children and families alike. A good time is usually had by all. My two stories hopefully show this side of the British Nation.

Then there are the seaside holidays. I have not gone much into stories in this vein. No particulare reason why, because there is a wealth of material here. Especially from way back. Like having ice-cream cones on the beach with gritty sand beneath the feet. Or some beaches where there are pebbles, not sand, and that is very uncomfortable for the feet. Fish and chips, a seaside delicacy, you can smell the vinegar all along the Prom (Promenade) and you have to bat away the seagulls that will peck them from your hand, or your paper cone, given half a chance.

Then, it is often rainy at the seaside. Yes, there can be sunshine, but most of my holidays back when, I remember more rain, wind, sand blown in your face, holding a dress down that blows up around your bum. Memories of a bygone year, maybe? Lots of dinghys bobbing away because the sea is seldom peaceful at the English coast, some coasts rougher than others. Candy Floss and Seaside Rock with the Town’s name running right through the stick of peppermint rock. Of course, that was coloured a bright pink. There was also yellow pineapple flavoured rock, or green or multicoloured.

When I went for a day trip with mum and dad when young, the very first thing I wanted was a Rossi ice-cream. You could not get them where I lived. What a delight, licking that delicious ice-cream, slowly relishing its softness and its taste. Those were the days, my friends. Then, from a bygone era, saucy postcards with inuendos printed below the picture which was almost always a drawing, not a photograph.
Happy Days on a Seaside Holiday in digs or a caravan.
Another time, I shall broaden my horizons.

Take care people, be good to one another.

Evelyn