My typical afternoon consists of me going into my shed with the dogs and sometimes the cat. It is not the warmest place so I usually have the fire going and my oil lamp gives out heat too. I love the oil lamp and warm my hands on the shade.
I stab away at the latest sheep while watching something too – I’ve just finished the entire Benidorm series and now have started Motherland, which is hysterical and reminds me of the London life I left behind over 20 years ago to live in Shetland.
The dogs are quickly bored in my shed so we reached a deal and I let them out.
The deal is as long as I can see them every so often, then that’s fine.
I could see Pepper – she was trying to get under the shed.
Someone lives under there and she wants to meet them.
Obviously having the door open in late November means I get cold but I recently invested in a stoneware bed “pig” which I fill with boiling water, Problem solved. Happy feet.
I love this little pig.
After I have created a sheepie creation, I go out with Pepper to check everyone. I was given a huge pile of odd carrots so I take a good pile with me and distribute.
And then, as the sun has set (15.11), I go into the house to write this blog!
Glad you get some time to yourself with the bed pig!
Hello Frances,
Your sheep stabbing is perfectly kindness to animals! I haven’t made felt – but I’ve seen how it’s done. You do have a super shed.
It is full of Aunt Kate’s furniture and books
Oh wow! Aunt Kate is coming alive to me through her diaries that you are putting online. Thank you for doing it. I wonder if you know who the Mr and Mrs Hunt are that Aunt Kate referred to (1909 Diary I think). A cousin of my mother’s was called Sarah Bainbridge and I think she married Albert Hunt. My mother said she was an orchestral viola player. Don’t know whether she was a first cousin or not. She doesn’t seem to have come up in any family trees so far but in a census of 1891 she was at the home of my mother’s grandparents, Alfred and Annie Proctor. (Alfred’s brother Barnard Simpson Proctor was married to Michael Faraday’s niece Maria Gray.)
I did some needle-felting against a backdrop of rain last week, and wish I had ponies to keep me company. 🙂
Be careful what you wish for……
I love your pig. I can almost feel the warmth it must give you. Brilliant solution to cold tootsies.
So I love my hot water bottle. I work outdoors year-round, so sometimes get seriously chilled. I’m guessing a bed pig stays warm longer because of the stoneware? ***off to scour the internet***
get one with a working rubber seal. Very important.
What an ideal way to spend a day! I love my sheeple and birds I bought many moons ago.