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Friday, February 29, 2008

Road Rage

I've had real problems today. My yoga deep breathing relaxation exercises were called into play again to help keep a serious bout of road works rage under control today.
Road works have plagued the people in the west of the City now for two years causing headaches and long delays, A ten minute journey into the City can take up to 30 to 40 minutes.
A long stretch of the Parkway is undergoing carriage widening and bridge strengthening in both directions and Oundle Road had had the length of Woodston dug up and the exit to London Road and the River Bridge has been having improvement works that have been ongoing for the past year at least.
Yesterday I drove past the bridge works and at one point there seems to be a large hole in which a woman worker stood surrounded by seven, yes seven men all gazing into the hole. Today I came past the same hole with, you guessed it another seven men gazing into it's depths!!! These seven must have been higher up the work scale as the all were dressed with clean new looking reflective jackets and helmets. I really wondered if Bernard Cribbens was down the hole singing his song 'There I was digging this Hole'. Bizarre!


This afternoon I had an appointment on the other side of the City. I left allowing time for traffic delays or so I thought. ...........And I planned a route that should have avoided delays...............or so I thought. At the roundabout where our road meets Oundle Road I met with queueing traffic. Another hole in the road causing more long tedious unexpected delays. hence the road rage. I could have punched every one of those workers just standing leaning on a shovel but I would have ended in casualty with severly bruised fist! Carry on deep breathing.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Earthquake

At just before 1am this morning I was woken by the house shaking and the radiators rattling. I thought "sounds like we've had another earthquake," turned over and went back to sleep.

Damaged roof and chimneys in Yorkshire

Apparently it was the strongest one for over 25 years. The epicenter was some miles north under Market Rasen in Lincolnshire. The early news said it was at Dudley! Apparently it was 5.2 on the Richter scale not a bad one but unusually strong for us in Britain. I expect tonight's news will be full of the damage its done and peoples experiences. The last one I experienced here was one afternoon some 12 to 15 years ago. That was about 1/2 a mile deep under Ferry Meadows. A bit closer to home and a little more scarier.

When I was a Kid the thoughts of earthquakes use to scare the hell out of me. Now I know better although I don't think I'd ever make Los Angeles my home!!

My First Pair of Socks

I drove across to Oundle last week. It's such a charming little town with lots of small individual and interesting shops. No global super stores in sight. It's a delight to visit and easy to park. I really should go there more often as the shopping is a far pleasanter experience than our City center with its global stores.
I needed some more knitting wool and another project. I decided on a pair of socks and a baby jacket. The jacket has the back knitted but I've come to a halt at the moment until I have a quite time to master the cabling up the jacket front. It's a little more complicated than I've tackled before. In the mean time I've knitted these socks. Another first.
The turning the heel wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be.

I found it amazing how the wool knitted up so the patterning is the same on both socks. Well almost.
The wool was a German yarn Opal from Zwerger. Well I think so. I'm afraid my German is dire. Extremely basic! I wonder why all the good sock yarn comes from Germany though. I want to knit some more but using the TrexXXL yarn They have some really snazzy colours. Another German yarn. I've found it on EBay but I also found a better supply from Germany. Cheaper too.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Withering Weather


Daves new gadjet is this smart looking weather station. It's found a home sitting on the shelf in the corner of the kitchen with a wireless sensor of the fence outside. Normally I ignore it. My philosophy is 'I can see what the weather is up to by looking out of the window'. This morning I glanced up at it,... 7 degrees? Outside. Nah can't be right. Ok the sun is shining but its frosty and looks cold. It's only 8am and I'm still in my nighty! The thing had to be wrong so I nipped outside with another thermometer. Ouch it was cold. Time to get the fire going while giving the second thermometer time to respond.


Checking them both a few minutes later they both gave the same readings ........... minus 7 degrees! It also told me the sun was shining! See I told you I only needed to look out of the window. The ground out side is frozen dry and the plants wilted with the cold. Hopefully they will recover as the temperature rises. I'm a little worried about the little peach tree on the south wall. It is covered in buds that will soon open. I need to find the fleece to protect it if these frosts continue. During the morning I kept an eye on the weather station. By midday the temperature was zero and then it crept up to 6 degrees before the sun began to set and the temperature started to plunge once more. It's a while since it's been this cold around this part of the county. We normally get away with some of the mildest weather in the country apart from Cornwall.

This is the view right at this moment from my office window. The sky is a spectacular golden orange sunset. Another cold night in store I fear. But a sunny day again tomorrow. See who needs a weather gadjet?

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Who was Valentine

It's Valentines day today. A day strictly for the romantics. Slushy gooey anonymous cards and overpriced red roses etc, etc. Not a day this family celebrates! Besides, Hubby hasn't a romantic bone in his body!
No one really knows the origins of the day. Somewhere back in time between the Pagans and the Romans the origins of the day has been lost in myths and legends. The Catholic church celebrates three St Valentines and the day has come to be associated with Lovers and Romance.
The lacy wrist warmers are finally finished. Theres a few mistakes in the pattern but they're not noticeable unless you look hard. Although the yarn was the wool recomended by the actual pattern it hasn't knitted up to show the lace pattern as clearly as the mitts displayed on the pattern sheet. Maybe it would be clearer with a different yarn.
This scarf was knitted using garter stitch in zigzag panels. The pattern in the book demonstrates the scarf with different blocks of colour for each panels and a second scarf in a solid colour. I knitted it in chunky wool in a solid colour. The zig zag panels are not very evident with using solid colour yarn.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Woolie Memories

Searching through all the rubbish in my office today looking for old knitting patterns I got thinking about all the items I had knitted oh so many years ago. My hand was hovering near the dusty photo albums. Nostalgia got the better.
The first knitted item of note I can remember was a suit, yes a knitted two piece suit. A straight pencil skirt and a long line cardigan jacket. It was a brown flecked tweed yarn. The suit was so comfortable to wear and I loved it. I must have knitted it in about 1962 In this photo I found I have only the jacket on. The skirt, in this photo though, I had recycled from a dress I had made and got tired of. I think the photo was taken in 1963 or early 64. Hey ho. Happy carefree days, racing back and forth on my little blue Vespa moped. dancing to live rock bands...........................but we worked hard too.

Then in 65 came marriage and knitting for babies The little cardigan young Sean had on was knitted in apple green. Quite revolutionary when all baby knitting was white blue or pink! I made his little rompers too. The wool blanket on the back of the sofa is still in use today albeit a little worse for wear nowadays

Note the blanket! The chunky brown jacket on number 2 son, DJ wore so well it was passed on to Number 3 son, JA


Time to progress to more complicated stuff. This sweater Hubby is wearing was in an oatmeal coloured tweed wool with a brown Fair Isle panel across it. I found once the technique was mastered it wasnt difficult. He wore it for a long time and it didnt wear out but got a little tight as his girth expanded.
Lots more school jumpers followed and garments for friends like this lovely boucle wool zip jacket I knitted in 1980 for a young 'Pantmclee' This photo was taken at Capilano in Vancouver.
After 11 sweaters in one year I couldnt knit any more. Knitting burnout! Crochet hooks were still evident so instead i crocheted tank tops, ponchos, baby shawls and jackets. A beautiful lacy Christening dress, I just wish I still had the pattern! Another two piece suit. This one a fashion disaster! And then there was this bedspread. In a white dishcloth cotton. Its still in use 25 year old now!

The final crochet period then began, using lacy patterns and fine yarns as I began to make lacy doilys.Very Victorian!! This is the only one I still have all the others were donated to Charity shops as tastes moved on. Thank goodness!

Needles and yarns became defunct over the next few years as I lost intrest. Cake making took over and making elaborate celebration cakes took over. Thats a whole new story.

I never found those pattern. They must have gone the same way as all my collection of knitting needles and crochet hooks. To a Charity shop.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Galanthus Galore

Just look at this beautiful delicate flower gracing our gardens in the depth of winter. Such a joy to see them pushing up through the cold soil. This delicate graceful flower robustly suvives the rain, frosts and snows winter can throw at it.

The Snowdrop, an apt name for a flower at this time of year, but strangly its latin name galanthus means 'milk flower'. They grow from little white bulbs that dislike being dried out so they thrive in dampish humus rich soil and perfer shade especially woodlands. The best way to get them in your garden is to plant them when they are in green leaf. A pot from you Garden Center, a few begged from a friends garden or devided and replanted from your own garden.

I'm gradually spreading clumps around my little garden. Each year I dig up a clump devide them up and replant them. These beautiful double flowers are going to be dug up this year. These were rescued from my late Ma in Laws garden when her house was sold. Looking out of the window this morning I couldn't resist grabbing the camera to get shots of these little flowers growing next to the heuchera 'Purple Petticoat'. Their frosted leaves and flowers glinting in the early morning sun were so beautiful. If the neighbours saw me early on a cold Sunday morning rushing over the frost covered grass in flip flops and taking photos of flowers they would thought me quite mad!


I picked a few to make some drawings. It didn't take them long to begin to open even in the cool temperature of my studio.

These snowdrops are the in woodlands at Moggerhanger Park in Bedfordshire. The park opens for a couple of weeks for visitors to see the carpets of flowers. Anglesey Abbey in Cambridgeshire does the same as does several other Stately Homes and Gardens around the country

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Gong Hei Fat Choi

Or - Happy new Year - Chinese style.
With apoligies to my Chinese friends in Canada.

The Chinese New year is celebrated on the first day of the First Moon of the lunar calendar. The corresponding date in the solar calendar varies from as early as January 21st to as late as February 19th. Chinese New Year, as the Western New Year, signified turning over a new leaf. Socially, it was a time for family reunions, and for visiting friends and relatives. This holiday, more than any other Chinese holiday, stressed the importance of family ties. The Chinese New year's Eve dinner gathering was among the most important family occasions of the year.

2008 is the year of the Rat taking over from the year of the Golden Boar.
I was born in the year of the goat. Goat people are supposed to be elegant, charming, artistic, gifted and fond of nature. I suppose two out of five isn't too bad!!! you work out which two.

The Chinese in London celebrate the New Year with a festival and parade in the center of the city around Tralfaga Square and Leicester Square. A parade of dragon and lion dancers starts in the Strand goes along Charing Cross road and Shaftesbury Auenue. Performers come from London and China. Fireworks, performers cultural stands and food are on offer.
The History of London's Chinatown.
The first incarnation of Chinatown appeared in the Limehouse district of East London in the late 19th century and lasted until the early 20th century. The first inhabitants of the fledgling Chinatown mostly comprised of seamen of who for various reasons had stayed on in Britain. Some of them had been made redundant and therefore had no option but to stay whilst some had purposefully avoided their next voyage. The presence of this community had a mushrooming effect in which other small enterprises such as Chinese shops and cafes sprang up. During this time the Chinese proved their organisational power by recognising the need to work as one to improve their living standards and help their community. They did this by founding the “Ching Yee” trade union. This was a skill they would harness to help them achieve considerable successes over the years.
Many began to run businesses in Limehouse, several of which were laundries, and by 1914 there were around 30 operating in the area. However these achievements were thwarted by events which posed a very real threat to their continued existence in London. The post war years in Britain led to the eventual decline of the first Chinatown in London. The destruction of Limehouse during the Blitz; the dwindling British shipping industry; and the advent of high street launderettes saw a migration of the Chinese out of the East End.
By 1950 there were approximately 2000 Chinese in Britain. Whilst some had moved to Liverpool, others remained in the capital where they sought new opportunities. Luckily this dismal picture changed with the return of the British soldiers from the Far East. They brought back with them a broadened palate eager to taste more of the Chinese cuisine they had encountered. At the time there were only two or three restaurants in the West End and many Chinese saw the opportunity to move into the area and capitalise on this emerging market. This marked the beginning of the second phase of the Chinese presence in London and the foundations were laid for modern day Chinatown.
This has a knock on effect and lured by the cheap rents and short leases in and around Gerrard Street other Chinese trades began to prosper. The reason for the low cost rents was the seedy reputation of Soho. Where there had once been genteel inhabitants living in elegant houses there were now brothels and sex shops. The developments in the wake of the Great Fire had lent grandeur to the locality but, this early splendour had not lasted and, by the mid 18th century the area was rundown. Instead it became home for different immigrant populations, each one taking over from the next. The first were the French Huguenots, the Italians, the Jews and then the Chinese.
As the wives and children of the Chinese workers moved to Britain the community in the area grew larger and, the presence of this new phenomenon around Gerrard Street was noticed. By 1961 over 2000 ex-residents of the New Territories arrived in the UK to work in the booming restaurant trade. A Daily Telegraph article in 1970, titled “The Strange Community of Gerrard Street” highlighted the growing interest in early Chinatown. One of the first paragraphs talks about this rapid growth from solely restaurants to a populace who are serviced by, ‘Chinese barbers, Chinese beauty parlours, Chinese mini-cabs, accountants, bookshops and libraries, supermarkets, travel agents, gambling clubs and even a chamber of trade’.
The article highlighted the tremendous ability the Chinese displayed in making the area their own. Whilst the article states that many of the Chinese encountered were unable to speak any English, the community as a whole were running successful businesses and simultaneously improving the area. The most interesting question the article posed was how the second generation of Chinese would assimilate with British society whilst maintaining their own culture. The introduction of schools to teach children their mother tongue helped in maintaining links to their homeland. London clubs were hired in the early seventies onwards with Chinese films playing to packed audiences. One businessman set up a small cinema on Wardour Street showing movies from Hong Kong and Taiwan. Projecting rooms were rented showing movies obtained free of charge from the Chinese Embassy. Eventually the Odeon and Empire cinemas in Leicester Square were rented out at weekends showing Chinese movies starting at 1am! These and other social groups and events all helped to sustain ties to China.
As the population of Chinatown grew, so did the need for greater co-operation to facilitate the needs and wants of the community. On 2nd August 1978, the London Chinese Chinatown Association (LCCA) was born. It forged stronger links with the City Council, Police and the community outside of Soho. The following year the Chinese Community Centre was opened which provided a translation and interpreter services. The centre was a popular place for gatherings and social events. It also gave the older residents of Chinatown a place to meet and connect with their peer group. This type of community spirit helped to foster the unique character of Chinatown and as a piece in the Evening Standard of 1972 asserted, ‘increasing numbers of tourists come to see a fascinating corner of cosmopolitan London’.
In the 60’s and 70’s many Chinese also realised this uniqueness by giving it the nickname of “The Imperial City”. This name alluded to the fact that unlike Chinatowns in other parts of the world, London’s Chinatown was in a central location in the heart of the capital city.
From the mid eighties, in recognition of the area’s significance, Westminster City Council began a series of initiatives to improve the area. In 1984, collaboration between the then Greater London Council, Westminster, and the local Chinese community resulted in the restoration of Lisle Street’s 18th century shop fronts.
In 1985, the first organised Chinese New Year took place, and by the end of the 80s, Gerrard Street, parts of Newport Place and Macclesfield Street become pedestrianised. Chinese gates, street furniture and a Chinese pagoda were erected. The pagoda, the gates and the stone lions in Gerrard Street become known as the “Three sights of Chinatown”.
In 2002, the Chinese New Year celebrations expanded to include Leicester Square and Trafalgar Square. The multi-stakeholder commitment to Chinatown has kept its momentum with the consultation and implementation of the Chinatown Action Plan in 2003. In November 2004, the Chinatown Action Plan Steering Group, made up of LCCA, MET, Shaftesbury Plc and the City Council wer nominated for an award as Community Initiative of the Year.
I'm sorry, I admit it, I palgiarized this from the web site. Well if todays kids can do it for their GCSE..............


If there is to be peace in the world, the nations must live in peace.
If there is to be peace amongst nations, the cities must not rise up against each other.
If there is to be peace in the cities, neighbours must understand each other.
If there is to be peace amongst neighbours, there must be harmony in the home.
If there is to be peace in the home, we must each find our own heart.
Lao Tsu, China 6th century BC.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Back to the paint pots

I have been dabbling with my pots of paints once more since January. Prue and I have finally found a day which suits us both to get together and paint. I like her studio out in her garden but theres a minor problem. I have to lug my paints, canvases ect from my studio into the car and across to her studio. These last couple of weeks I've been kinda lazy and have only taken watercolours and a pad. I need to get focused and organised.

This water colour painting of figs and apple was started in Canada. They were my Granville Island figs. I had to eat them before the painting was finished. They were so ripe sweet and tasty. I thought I didn't like fresh figs! Anyway I managed to finish the painting last week at our painting get together.
At home I've been working on two textured red acrylic abstracts on canvas. I've been experimenting with some texture medium I bought from Opus on Granville Island in Vancouver. It's lovely and gloopy to work with. I'm not really sure what I'm doing but I'm haveing fun with it. I've also used some gold leaf I bought from Opus two years ago. It's a little tricky using it with no previous experience But I got the effect I was trying for. I've got to a stage now where I need to leave both alone for a while. I find after a space of time I can decide if they are finished or wether they need more work.

Yesterday my internet mail intray contained an email from the Peterborough Artists Open Studios organisers with this years details. It's going to be held earlier this year in July instead of September. Help I need to pull my finger out to get some new work completed. I can't show past work again. Well not all of it! Deadlines for entries are 29th February for the Web site and 29th March for the brochure. Not much time to complete a new peices of work good enough for both entries.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Hip hugging pancakes

Today is Pancake day or to give it it's proper name Shrove Tuesday.
In the religious calendar the day before the start of Lent when families fasted and only ate very plain simple the rich food ingredients like milk eggs and sugar in their larders were used up and so pancakes were traditionally made.
A tradition all over Britian on this day is to hold 'Pancake races'. The beginings of these races go back to Olney in Buckinghamshire when in 1445 a woman cooking pancakes heard the 'shriving bell' summoning her to confession and so she ran to the church still in her apron and carrying her frying pan.
The 1998 Olney pancake race
The word shrove is a past tense of the English verb "shrive," which means to obtain absolution for one's sins by confessing and doing penance Shrove Tuesday gets its name from the shriving (confession) that Anglo-Saxon Christians were expected to receive immediately before Lent.








What a shame, Dave couldn't get a picture of the pancake in the air as I tossed them! This stack were eaten after a full roast pork and apple sauce dinner!................ I think I should now fast...................!

My recipe for Traditional British Pancakes
Ingredients - For the pancake mixture:
4oz plain flour, sifted and with a pinch of salt
2 large eggs
7fl oz milk mixed with 3fl oz water
2oz butter.
Method - Sift the flour and salt into a large mixing bowl, make a well in the centre of the flour and break the eggs into it. Begin whisking the eggs - and gradually add small quantities of the milk and water mixture, still whisking, whisk until the batter is smooth, with the consistency of thin cream.
Melt the 2oz of butter in a pan. Spoon 2 tbsp of it into the batter and whisk it in, then pour the rest into a bowl it to lubricate the pan, using a wodge of kitchen paper to smear it round before you make each pancake. Allow the pan to get hot, then turn the heat down to medium.
I find 2 tbsp is about right for an 18cm/7in pan. It's also helpful if you spoon the batter into a ladle so it can be poured into the hot pan in one go. As soon as the batter hits the hot pan, tip it around from side to side to get the base evenly coated with batter. It should take only half a minute or so to cook; you can lift the edge with a palette knife to see if it's tinged gold as it should be. Toss the pancake or flip over with a pan slice or palette knife - the other side will need a few seconds only - then simply slide it out of the pan onto a plate. Stack the pancakes as you make them between sheets of greaseproof paper on a plate fitted over simmering water, to keep them warm while you make the rest.
To serve:
Sprinkled caster sugar and lemon juice. Simple and just the best, but maple syrup comes in a good second.

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