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Annie's Blog

Adventures and Returning Home

Hello, it has been three weeks or so since my last post. I am happy to say I have been itching to get back to my blogging, especially as this is my tenth post! I am back home breathing the Irish air. And how amiable this land of cow pats and daisy chains is! I had quite forgotten about my long coat and scarf: now they engulf my body that had acclimatised to the Mediterranean heat. Dare I even say a log fire was needed to heat the cockles of my soul yesterday… Autumn is taking reign over Summer like an older sibling might guide a reluctant younger sibling back…
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Creative Play and the importance of mistakes!

Hello, today I have been painting an archway in my flat. I am always drawn to arches and it was looking a bit bleak so I decided to get the Annie Sloan chalk paint out and start letting my creativity flow from my subconscious. I put my music on as loud as I can get away with and do a sort of doodle-dance with my body and the paint brush- making marks as I go. There is a peace I find while painting. Nothing much can go wrong, many years ago I learned how to make a mistake into a modification. A 'mistake' often becomes a streamlet  of unexpected inspiration…
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Love and other things

Hello, it has been a little over a week since my last post. I am glad to say the delay has been due to my having a hectic and joyful time. Last weekend, I was back in my ‘homeland’ (the UK) for Grandad-Norfolk’s wedding. By the way, Grandad-Norfolk is a pretty self-explanatory nickname my siblings gave our Grandad who lives in Norfolk. It was really very special to be in the presence of the love of two people who had had so much life experience. And with their individual life experiences came lots of family and many Grandchildren… Altogether there were sixteen of us Grandchildren, from ages three to twenty-four.…
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Crabbing!

Hello, today I have been ‘Crabbing’ with three children whom I have had the pleasure of knowing for about five years. We have got to know each other very well. Many a school holiday we have spent time getting up too all sorts in order to entertain ourselves while I mind them. [caption id="attachment_156" align="aligncenter" width="644"] Where the Crabs Hide[/caption] Often we go for walks on the beach, fully equipped with a picnic to sustain our activity for the day. They make sculptures from the materials around them, using stone, seaweed and shells. Last year it was hot enough to go swimming or sunbathe at the beach, but this year…
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Singing to the Cows

Good day to all! I have been in two minds about letting what I am about to tell you out of the bag! I expect the people who know me well will concur that it is rather an eccentric-Annieish thing to do… Since moving here, I have acquired many different ways of occupying myself and during that time I have learnt an awful lot of new attributes within myself I would have otherwise never discovered. Not all of them are good, but this one I enjoy, and it is an activity I have found has become a common part of my rural Irish existence. I often find myself up on…
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Writing in the Garden

Today I write this from the Garden at Butlerstown where I live. I am within the walled garden. The red brick walls once straight and towering, stand today slightly slanting in age; like the slow and gradual curvature of an old woman’s spine, yet the wall is strong enough to create a sense of invulnerability. For this aged wall had protected the countless vegetables, fruits and roses for one hundred and ten years against wrathful sea storm gales. [caption id="attachment_115" align="alignnone" width="291"] Our Chickens enjoying the long grass[/caption] [caption id="attachment_114" align="alignright" width="215"] Found these Beauts- not sure what they are![/caption] Today is so pleasant it is hard to imagine a…
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A Gosling Memory

Hello, Living here often prompts the lagoon of my memory to pounce upon me. Usually it is a scent that has the effortless power to pluck me from my present and plonk me into my past. The scent of a country road, perhaps triggered by a single wild flower, transports me to my childhood days spent in Norfolk. The scent wafts up my nostrils and dictates my brain to find this submerged recollection. For a moment I am eleven years old again. Free of all things adult and rural Norfolk is briefly my playground once again. I scamper down to a lush and overgrown stream on my own. I get…
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Homemade Elderflower and Gin Cocktails

Hello, today I would like to dedicate this post to Matthew and Iseult Leonard, who are the first of my friends to have tied the knot! The wedding was last weekend and what a fabulous weekend it was! There was so much love for these two lovely people and the ‘crack’ as they say in Ireland was most certainly had by all! It was a wonderful opportunity to meet people and make some new friends! Since I have come back home, I have been toasting to the newlyweds with our newly made Elderflower cordial. We have been experimenting for a few days and the consensus is that Gin and Elderflower…
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Midsummer Eve Gathering

[caption id="attachment_60" align="aligncenter" width="644"] Me getting my home made bunting out and tying my origami butterflies to the apple trees![/caption] Hello, I write this to you with an air of contented fatigue- a warm fuzzy sort of feeling. You see yesterday was quite a day. I hosted my first Midsummer Eve Gathering- A ritual I had little knowledge of until I read Dodie Smith’s I Capture the Castle. The novel was a sheer delight. So much so that coming to the end of the book was a rather sobering feeling for me. Yet I knew I had to hold on to Smith’s vivid descriptions of the Midsummer Eve rituals one…
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A first time for every thing!

[caption id="attachment_7" align="alignright" width="200"] The Family Sheep out in the field... As you can see I am out in the sticks![/caption] Hello, I write this post as the sounds of lambs and bird song resonate through my open window, which I wish I could share with you! This is my first blog and the first of many posts to come (I hope)! I can tell you it feels equally exciting for me, as it is daunting. It feels like a huge white, blank canvas- clinical and perfect and I must add something impressive to it. I researched some advice for writing ‘your’ first blog post and it said: “it may…
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