I Need Your Help....Please

As soon as Jonathan and Ming Ming head off to London I have to whisk off their bedding, air the room, and prepare it for my older brother and his wife who will arrive the following day.    They will stay with us until the weekend.

My brother has recently been diagnosed with a disease which is making it very difficult for him to swallow, breathe, or talk.     He has lost an enormous amount of weight in the last few months as he struggles to find any food that he can manage to eat.

During his visit I would love to be able to find something that he can eat and enjoy, so I am racking my brains to come up with suitable dishes for him.     Obviously the sweeter dishes are not too difficult to concoct, but I'd really like to have something savoury to offer him.

Does anyone have any ideas at all?      Savoury or sweet, I'd really appreciate your input.

It is a Very Small World! (Ming Ming & Jonny in Lincoln & York)

This shot of Jonny and Ming Ming walking up Lincoln's aptly named Steep Hill 

really makes me smile

at the way it emphasises the difference in their heights.

The gradient is one-in-seven,

and it gets worse near the top.

There used to be a wonderful second-hand bookshop

about halfway along it.

You can imagine how popular it was!

Suddenly everyone wanted to browse.

Independent shops and restaurants line this

two thousand year old road.

They become particularly interesting when you find yourself out of breath.

Cathedral Square is full of delightful old buildings.

Including this one... Lincoln Cathedral.

When Jonny took Ming Ming to visit York

they both found out just how small the world can be.

They visited beautiful York Minster

and then headed for The Shambles...and the shops.

Imagine their surprise when somewhere along here they were hailed by one of Jonathan's

Shanghai University students.

He also happened to be on holiday and visiting York on the same day!

I don't know who was more surprised,

Jonny or his student.

All this tourism is hard work!

Sadly, Jonny and Ming Ming will be leaving us soon.

They will be staying with my older son, Tim, and his wife, Isis.

Ming Ming can then enjoy the delights

that London has to offer.

Surely not a patch on Lincolnshire...

x

Des Res for Three Little Pigs (Claythorpe Watermill part II with Jonny & Ming Ming)

On the opposite side of the road from beautiful Claythorpe Watermill

 lies an Enchanted Forest.

While adults love the beauty and tranquillity of the watermill,

younger children love charging around this place...

..if they can find the courage to slip past the slightly scary blue wizard

 who guards the entrance.

There are cute little cottages

of child-sized proportions

all set in pretty woodland.

There are several magic mushroom houses,

and even a toy shop!

A cute row of terraced houses for the three little pigs..

Luckily for the pigs I didn't spot the Big Bad Wolf

but they had better watch out for

these rather fierce-looking

bears.

The horse in the paddock didn't seem too perturbed, though.

Later that evening we went along to our village pub,

The Railway Tavern.

The field next door is home to some cows - including this beauty.

See the heart shape on her head?

I wonder whether she is called Valentina.

The barley field opposite the Tavern is fringed with beautiful poppies.

Ming Ming was unable to resist picking a few.

Their beauty, and our freedom to grow them,

is a source of never-ending delight

and wonder to her.

x

Claythorpe Watermill

We live within a few hundred yards of the watermill but

I have never paid my fee and gone inside for a proper look around.     

 Instead I have been like a child 

standing with my nose pressed against a sweetie shop window, 

as I stood on the bridge outside 

and looked in.

When I am rubbernecking

I sometimes take so long

that Toby dog stands up on his back legs 

to peer over the bridge

eager to see what has caught my attention.

It is beautiful.

The watermill has recently been sold.

The new people very generously dropped off cards

to all the local villagers,

inviting us to call in and visit

for free!

That was an offer I couldn't refuse,

especially as it has coincided with Jonathan's holiday

at home.

It is no longer a working mill, alas.

However, there is a very nice bygones area.

The grounds are beautiful,

but the main attraction is the wildfowl

and animals.

Peacocks and other ornamental birds roam free

and look spectacular.
On more than one occasion they have called in to visit Pear Tree Log gardens.
Their keeper has had to come along on a motor scooter
to shepherd them back up the road.
It is amazingly effective
and great fun to watch.

Ming Ming certainly gave her camera a work-out!

When we reached this section I had to smile.

For a couple of years I was convinced that there was a pink flamingo

in the grounds because I could see one as

I walked the dogs past the trout farm.

Then I decided that it had to be a plastic one,

because it never seemed to move.

I felt a bit of a twit for having been fooled by it...

Dreadful photograph, for which I apologise, but can you see the flamingo?

It turns out that I was right first time round

it is alive and doing very nicely indeed!

Again, this photograph doesn't do this very handsome bird justice,

he is gorgeous!

We enjoyed coffee and cakes in here,

one of two beautiful tea rooms.

The great news is that our free ticket gains us admission for one whole year!

The only down-side, for me, is that there are birds, including Snowy Owls, caged in small aviaries.

There are two wallabies in a compound

and a pair of marmoset monkeys.

I have no doubt that they are all beautifully cared for,

but it is not how they should live.

That part upset me deeply.

I will reserve judgement until I see what the new people do to enrich their quality of life.

We have Jonny and Ming Ming with us for a few more days.

The weather has been superb, for the main part.

I will post about the tea ceremony and show you some of the wonderful

meals which Ming Ming has cooked

at a later date.

Thank you all for your comments, they are very much appreciated.

I know Ming Ming enjoys reading them too

(so does Jonny)

just don't tell him that I told you.

x

Jonny & Ming Ming in Lincolnshire

Here they are, the final people to come through Immigration and Passport Control.   All the hoops have been jumped through, the visa checked, questions asked - Jonny and Ming Ming can now begin their holiday in England.

Our tiny local airport was closing down for the night - the doors were locked behind us - as we made our way out through the car park.    

It was almost ten o'clock at night and the staff wanted to go home.   

So did we.

The young ones were up and about before George and I got up to let the hens out and see to the animals.   Their bodies were still on Shanghai time.    

Ming Ming has a particularly soft spot for Bennie, who adores all the attention.

Here they are trying to work out which hen is Xiaou Ji 

George is the only one who knows for sure.

Keeping in touch with their friends in China...

Hats on - and off to the fruit farm along the road, strawberries for tea!

The guardian of the gate, what a poser.

Despite my protestations that she is on holiday, and should be relaxing,

Ming Ming has been cooking some superb Chinese meals.

She is a far better cook than I will ever be.

Ingredients are beautifully sliced, diced, 

and beautifully arranged.

The food is spicy and delicious.

Young Francesca loves Ming Ming's meals.

The spicier the better, as far as she is concerned.

Harry hasn't tried one yet - it seems to be party season

amongst his many friends - so we scarcely see him.

However, he called round a little after 7 a.m. yesterday.

He wanted to see his two favourite people 

- and he didn't mean Grandpa or Grandma!

I couldn't resist taking a photograph of  Ming Ming wearing my special apron.

No doubt you are already on photo-overload, so I won't post any more just now.

It is wonderful having Jonny home and it is a genuine pleasure having Ming Ming here
 to stay with us for a few weeks.      

She is not only beautiful to look at, but she has a wonderfully bubbly personality.

There is no language barrier, despite the fact that our Mandarin is non-existent and Ming Ming's English
is slightly less than perfect.

Her smile lights up the place
and her enthusiasm is contagious.
She is great fun to be with.

The fields around our place are festooned with beautiful red poppies.

Ming Ming was amazed...

In China they are not permitted to grow them,

and if they did

the police would chop them down

and the farmer would be in big trouble..!

Most evenings we have been treated to a special Chinese tea ceremony.

I'll post about it, next time.

x

Apologies for not having the time to read or comment on many blogs right now - life is hectic and fun.

Pottering and Sipping Champagne

Here on the east coast of England we are baking...
hot.
The weather is glorious,
as long as you don't have to do any work.

It's most definitely not the weather to be baking  

except that I have just received a very special gift through the post.

I tried taking my own photo
in a mirror...

This beautiful apron was made by Susan. 

Each month she sews a new apron, in stunning fabric combinations,
 then pulls a name out of a hat for the winner.    

I was lucky enough to win this lovely one.
Her wonderful blog is here.
Bakers will be inspired...

then George came in and I was able to pose
in front of the Rayburn

The thing about these aprons is that they hold a little magic, 

 and, despite the heat,  I felt the need to bake

but what?

"Treats, please..."

I couldn't resist those brown eyes.

Dog treats it is!

Our brilliant dog trainer and friend, Jan, gave me the recipe.     

I enjoy making them, despite the fishy smell,
(I'm not good with smells)
because   

I like knowing what is in the food
I feed to my dog.

They are also much more economical than commercial treats.

The recipe is very simple
and can be found
on the top button
bar.

So far this week the cats have caught five moles.
Four were in the woodland
this one was in the kitchen garden.
I have nothing against moles,
as long as they stay out of the gardens,
unfortunately
the cats don't feel the same.

The first sunflower has unfurled its petals,

the purple sprouting broccoli is looking wonderful

and the cucumbers are looking ... cool.

the latest addition to the garden is this little tub of seaweed...

samphire!

It has been a seasonal favourite of mine since childhood, 

way before these fancy chefs began using it.

Our greengrocer has a man who normally supplies him with it during the season, 

last year I reckon he must have got a better price elsewhere, for we were left without.    

Now that I know it can be grown on the patio,

 providing you use salt water and never let it dry out,
I am giving it a go.    

I'll let you know how it goes.

Francesca has enjoyed a little pottering, too.

Followed by a visit to feed the hens with some spinach leaves.

All that pottering left me worn out and in need of a drink

How fortunate that the elderflower champagne was ready to be sampled...

My thanks to Cro Magnon for the recipe and the inspiration.

It is superb.
  

It is very easy to make and tastes delicious.

A light, refreshing, summery drink.
(Very low alcohol content)

x

Rake's Revenge

The weeds are growing faster than I can pull them.

The trowel and the hoe have become my tools of choice as I toil away

trying to get the gardens looking good before these two come to stay with us.

I have pulled weeds, swept the patios, given the garden furniture a reviving layer of teak oil, pulled more weeds, and then some.

Time flies when working outdoors, suddenly I realised that grandson Harry was due home any time.   

He is always very hungry after a day at school, so I needed to get some food ready for him, quickly.

 I went to put the tools away...

borrowed from dangerspot.co.uk

Smack!   

Someone, I won't name names, had left the garden rake out and I got hit hard on the nose.   

I felt like a cartoon figure.   

I saw stars, and my eyes began to water. 

I imagined blood pouring down my nose..black eyes...broken nose

(Obviously not much wrong with my imagination)

Luckily, I suffered nothing worse than a bruise on the bridge of my nose,  

I'll survive.

. . .

We are looking forward to having you home Jonny,

we're also excited to be meeting Ming Ming.

I've polished the chopsticks...

xx