Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton’s Ears

Shrivelled leaves. Shrivelled leaves clinging to tree trunks, looking for all the world like cousins to the chameleons who change the tone and shades of their skin to avoid the beady eyes of predators. Only these Chilton residents are neither leaves or chameleon cousins. Once known as ‘Jews’ Ears’, now more appropriately named Jelly Ears,Continue reading “Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton’s Ears”

Silly-Savvy Adventure – Pumping the Bellows

Patterns, pipes and kneeling pads surround me as I step up the aisle of St Gregory’s Church.    Sadly, the organ pipes lie redundant, with no-one to pump the bellows, and no organist to announce my approach with my chosen hymn. Still, I don’t suppose anyone was expecting me – were they? And do I evenContinue reading “Silly-Savvy Adventure – Pumping the Bellows”

Silly-Savvy Adventure – The Chilton Underground

Amazing how everyday I find something special about Chilton. Who would have thought it must be possible to run out of surprises in such a small area – but seemingly not! Today, I find myself wading through rivers of mud on a WWII airfield. Muddy, or not, I’m reasoning I should make the most ofContinue reading “Silly-Savvy Adventure – The Chilton Underground”

Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton Cheer

What to do when the weather affects your mood? It’s dull, cloudy and drizzly, and I’m feeling it. My cliff-top cave has a tendency to be damp and dreary, even on the sunniest of days – it’s windows being North-East facing – so the morning is as dark as dark gets. So what do IContinue reading “Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton Cheer”

Silly Adventure – Bunny Soup in Chilton

What to do on a Sunday, when one has risen from their boudoir just in time to have missed morning service at the local spiritual establishment, and is in the company of God-fearing guests? Stand outside one’s clifftop cave with a box of orange-flavoured Matchmakers, and coax them out into the open. A winner everyContinue reading “Silly Adventure – Bunny Soup in Chilton”

Silly-Savvy Adventure – Christmas in Chilton

Neglect. Two solid weeks of sifting, shoving, lifting, dismantling, sorting and rumbling through the mess that is my house. No posts. Zilch views. Grumbles from acquaintances about unfulfilled promises to read their writings. I am not, after all, as it turns out, Mrs Hinch! So who the heck’s going to be interested in my cleaningContinue reading “Silly-Savvy Adventure – Christmas in Chilton”

Silly Adventure – Lavenham Guildhall

I stop by at Lavenham to attend a session at the Village Hall, by author Phoebe Morgan, about How to Get Published. And after making a numpty of myself, jumping on the Phoebe bandwagon by handing out my own business cards to her audience, I sprint on out into the wilds of the village. MyContinue reading “Silly Adventure – Lavenham Guildhall”

Silly Adventure – Stranded in Cornard

Not sure what I’m thinking of but, for some strange reason, I give Hubby a loan of DD, my beloved, if somewhat unreliable, Dacia. Thinking I need some exercise, I get Hubby to drop me off at the far end of Cornard, en route to his workplace. I find myself deposited upon the pavement inContinue reading “Silly Adventure – Stranded in Cornard”

Silly Adventure – Lavenham Village

It’s a Lavenham day! Partly because I’m here to attend a How to Get Published session at the Lavenham Literary Festival; partly because Lavenham gave birth to a significant number of my illustrious ancestors.   Sir Harold Cooke was born around 1300,  in Moulsham, Berkshire, before moving to Lavenham, in Suffolk, where he proceeded toContinue reading “Silly Adventure – Lavenham Village”

Static in North Wales – Friday

Jay Cool’s Hubby shares his impressions of Wales, in a series of daily letters to his work colleagues (now, with permission granted, shared with the world)! Friday – In bed I feel dead. You know that thing where amputees can still feel pain in phantom limbs, well that’s me. Bits of me are hurting thatContinue reading “Static in North Wales – Friday”