Saturday, 24 May 2014


Last Sunday I went over to Poynton on the train to meet with my friend who lives in Newcastle and her sister who now lives in their Father's house after he died a couple of years ago. It was decided we would go for a walk and take a picnic.

Getting on the train, I realised why I couldn't park at the station, and that was because of the Manchester BUPA run. The train was packed with runners all dressed in their running gear with numbers and it was wonderful to see them all congregating at Manchester Oxford Road and later at Piccadilly Station. I was seriously wishing I had been able to run with them, as I used to do quite a lot of running before my knees gave me trouble. However, I was full of admiration for their enthusiasm and excitement.


My friend has recently had heart procedure because one whole side of the arteries was blocked and it was thought she might have to have a heart bypass, a great worry to her, as she is very fit and active and rather like a bouncing girl guide. However, where she lives luckily there is a famous heart unit and the second surgeon thought he could do something, which he did, so she had two stents and was bouncing up the walk, as if nothing had happened. What a miracle. I was so pleased for her as it would have hit her very hard to have been out of action for months as a result of real surgery.

We took the car to get a bit closer to Lyme Park, as it was nicer to walk in the countryside, rather than through the streets of Poynton. We picnicked at a lovely spot overlooking a little stream and watched a heron take off and fly, then countless butterflies, before setting off ascending about three of the steepest stiles I have ever encountered in my walking days, almost like a very high step ladder.

We passed a beautiful farmhouse, set in the middle of nowhere, before crossing the main Manchester to Buxton railway line, me saying to myself 'see tracks, think train' but fortunately a train had just passed so it was OK.

I'm sorry this butterfly kept closing its wings and the only one I have of them open is out of focus. I have no idea what sort this was.

Then we climbed a bit of a hill, and eventually arrived at the actual park area of Lyme Park, and walked up to The Cage, apparently a shooting lodge for the grand visitors in its day. The ladies would sit there taking tea whilst their menfolk shot animals/birds, or whatever they shot. From the distance it looks a little building but it is surprisingly large. The view would have been amazing but for the heat haze but we could see over to Kinder Downfall, and even the rocks there, with the aid of binoculars. I knew the geography of the area better than the others so was able to point out the rest of the landmarks.

Down the hill, and we came to Lyme Hall, and the endless queue of cars going into the place. Having said that, without those cars the hall wouldn't be able to function. Still it was nice to use the facilities there and then walk off leaving the crowds.

We walked downhill and ended up walking down a farmer's track, with the notice on the end of the road, in the photo! Quite comical. I don't have a Sat Nav so I have not experienced this sort of thing.

I was right up to these sheep, no zoom lens here, they were totally unafraid.

Then we came to the canal and saw these lovely geese with their babies but they wouldn't come any closer because.........

This nice little narrow boat was coming along.

I would love a very small one, just long enough to have a 'sleepover' in and have space to make a snack meal on it - as a means of escape from normal houses and civilisation. I don't think I would like the commitment of a 70' one, rather a luxury unless you are living on it or going on holiday.

The Horse in the picture allowed me to go right up to it, in fact it came up to me to be petted. I used to be accustomed to handling horses in another life, so was pleased it would do so, no nerves there.

So, back to Poynton, a pizza and salad, with home grown redcurrants and berries, my mouth is watering at the memory of them. A lot of chat and discussions and they then took me to the station by car, as since my sciatica problems, I've not been able to walk much distance and certainly nothing like the distance we walked that day, particularly the hills. I was back home, having changed trains and collected my Landy from the station in just over an hour. It is just not worth driving over there, notwithstanding I don't know the roads around Manchester Airport very well, there are so many turns that I forget.

Just before I finish, I'll leave you with this lovely picture, taken through my window, because to have opened the door would have disturbed these birds.

I hope I've not bored you with what seems to be a lot of photos but I chose what I thought were the most interesting ones.

Until next time.

Wednesday, 21 May 2014


I actually went on a day out last weekend meeting up with my friend at Poynton, where she was staying with her sister, but I'm not going to post about that today, as I have a continuation of my Warrington theme which I wanted to add before I forgot.

People reading this probably have gathered I love visiting The Black Sheep Wool Barn at Culcheth, to either buy wool, just have a mooch, or on occasions to call for a coffee in the course of a bike ride. It's also a good excuse to go in! I know I often call in to ask advice from the lovely staff there.

I think it was last week when I had called in to ask for some advice on a project I am crocheting. I spotted a book on sock knitting and had a few words with the lady standing near the shelves. I mentioned that the flap heel was to me a trial although I had actually made a pair of socks. She told me she loved knitting socks and was going to blog about the heel very shortly. As conversations generally go, I asked to write me the address of her blog so I could follow it. Imagine my surprise and delight, when I read what she had written down. It was this lovely blog which I already follow. I'm not sure if I ought to mention her name, so I won't do so but she knits beautiful socks, plain and patterned that look professional and quite unlike the one and a half pairs of socks I have knitted. I was so impressed. She seemed so delighted to have met someone who loved and followed her blog, she hugged me! So lovely, this crafting world that complete strangers are able to recognise one another. So you sock lovers and country living bloggers, take a look at Winwick Mum's blog, which is where the connection with my title and the rest of this post comes in.

After returning from living in the Isle of Man as a baby, when my Dad was doing Officer Training at Jurby Camp, on Lancasters, we lived until I was 7 at a Georgian house in Winwick Street, Warrington, which is actually the A49 and right next to the Central Station.  I have found out recently it was called Beech House and was owned by a family  called Edelsten who owned a pin factory on the same plot of land further along from the house. That building eventually became the tannery.

I would add that the living room of the house, at least it was OUR living room, was furnished with things given and bought second hand (rather like my house)! and there were two 12' squares of carpet put together, but still about 8 or 9 foot at either end which had lino which Mum polished. The hall was paved in stone flags and the staircase went up from a great, wide bottom bit, with curved balustrades, to curve round one side to go upstairs. There was one small fire in the living room. My mum now said she doesn't know how she stood it but I don't remember her complaining. My gran made Mum and Dad dressing gowns out of old blankets. The kitchen was the house's scullery and  had one stone sink and draining board, and an old gas cooker, and Mum had a table. That's all. I have such a very vivid memory of the house to this day.

The house was illegally demolished in 2001, despite having had a restoration progamme prepared by English Heritage. I was devastated driving past there and seeing a gaping site.

These photos are courtesy of Warrington Memories group on Facebook.

This is the view looking North showing Central station. You can't see the house from here.
The old pin works is the three storey building on the right. 31a, Beech House, was further South, on the same side, all  owned by Edelstens. That shop on the left on the corner was there for many years, but was demolished and is now a car park.

Although the road was Winwick Road, there was a Horse Market there. Horsemarket Street is further South.

Here is shown the plan of Beech House in the centre of the plan. It was surrounded by gardens and a long drive connecting to various other properties on the site. 

The square view of the house is above the Amusement Centre, the Amusement centre used to be a dress shop, my gran's ladies hairdressers and a wallpaper shop, when we lived there and for many years.

Thank you to H Wells for this photograph of our old house. The cottages attached were demolished and the weather got in. My bedroom was the first window to the right of the central window over the door. I loved living there, I remember it so well, even though I was so young

See the windows to the cellar? There used to be steps with metal handrails leading up to beautiful Georgian porch and door. 

You can see how beautiful the door would have been. My Mum made curtains for those great windows, sadly they only came from half way down the windows. The house was so cold that one winter, the cat had kittens in the wardrobe and most of them froze to death.
I just liked this postcard I brought back from Germany. It says it all - Friendship makes good times better and helps to make the bad times be forgotten.
Phew! I think I have done enough for today. I had two teeth out this morning, as one of them was unable to be crowned, so instead of one crown and one gap, I have one very large gap as teeth were together. Just feeling a bit of pain now.

Until next time.

Sunday, 4 May 2014


It's ages since I posted but sometimes I don't have much of interest to put on screen, at least what I think anyone would be interested in.

I'm just going to show you the bookmarks I made for Mothers' day. Personally I think the day is a complete manufactured one, where shops make money out of people who can't afford it, by making them feel guilty if they don't spend lots of money in their stores. My Mum has always subscribed to this and I think the same myself. I told my son a few years ago I didn't want him spending money taking me out to a meal just because it is mothers day. So he doesn't ask now and I'm glad. He brings me a card and some flowers, and that is lovely, even though I would be just as happy with a couple of bunches of daffs from the supermarket. I'm easily pleased! I'm not sure about Mother in Law, but in the event she gets treated the same as my Mum.

So I sent off a card to MiL which is what I always do and I put a home made bookmark in. I took a card to my Mum with a similar bookmark. I think both were thrilled with them, and I'd spent a bit of time making them. Mum uses hers, I see it every time I go. I made the pattern up as I went along.

I belong to a Facebook Group, Warrington Memories and it's quite addictive to see the photos going up on the site and although I wasn't born in the town, I lived in the centre from being about 3 to 8 years old and remember some of the older pictures before the town was knocked about in the 70s, and most of the character taken away. It's a difficult town not to modernise though, as the A49 and the A50 run through it, crossing the River Mersey. The A50 runs on the outer edges of the town and the A49 right through the middle, as Warrington had a Roman Ford on the South side of the River, called Wilderspool. The A49 goes straight up North. The place is a bottleneck whenever there is an accident on the M62 or the M6/M56, as traffic has to come through or comes through missing out a section of the motorway.

There was a Ladies Teacher Training College many years ago, and it was burned down in the early 1900s I think. All that is remaining is the old chapel. A charachterless local authority housing estate is built on the site, bearing the only resemblance to the old college as calling one College Place and St Katherine's Way, which was the name of the college (not the way). I'm just going to show you a picture from the air, showing the very old site, with the very Gothic college and the chapel at the front of the college. Then one of it now. Also I'll add a picture of our rather impressive Parish Church.

The first photo shows the church, which I have photographed below and the building at the top right on a corner, on the left hand side of the road as you are looking, is still there. There used to be a complete office block built further down, where the cottages are now, by the same Company, Rylands, which was a steel wire company and knocked down now, to make room for a Sainsbury's car park. Rylands was a world famous company and employed hundreds of local people. I wonder if the people living in that estate have any feeling of deja-vu,  living on such a site as this old building?

The top two photos are courtesy of the Warrington Memories Facebook site.

I have more photos of the town which I will post another time. Too many at once, too much.

I nice cycling gear but I don't want to appear like a vintage tour de France groupie and so when Ana Nichoola started designing cycling clothing I loved it but it was soooo expensive. Ana is a enthusiastic mountain biker and road rider in addition to being a brilliant designer. She appeared on The Bike Show a couple of times. Anyway, her last seasons stuff was advertised at very good sale prices. I saw this fabulous star jersey and then when it went down again, I had to have it. I have recently tried to get the tights to go with it, which had some stars on, but she has given up chairmanship of the company for a while in order to do more challenging things. Such a shame as I would have like them.

What do you think if this gorgeous jumper (well I bought it to wear as a jacket and maybe two lots of stars would have been too much).

Well, that's it for now, I hope you like my pictures of one part of Warrington. Until next time.