Earlier today on Mothering Sunday morn, we went out for breakfast at a popular cafe called "Made by Jonty" on Sharrowvale Road. There were three mothers there and one small girl who might well be a mother one day - Frances, Cheryl (Stewart's mama), Shirley and Little Phoebe.
Shirley has begun working at a charity shop that raises funds for for Age Concern. After the breakfast, she went off to work and I drove Clint to the southern edge of Sheffield for a bracing three mile walk that took me up to the moors above Totley.
At the top there's a panoramic picture of the view from Moss Road and just above there's the driftwood sculpture of a horse's head at Hallfield Farm. Who ever owns that lovely, secluded property is obviously obsessed with horses.
Below - whenever I take that particular walk, I always seem to spot wild deer and so it was today. I was circling the pleasantly named Wimble Holme Hill and there in the woods below I spotted this doe. Of course, I wanted to shoot her but not with a shotgun containing lethal bullets like some guys. I just wanted to shoot her with my new Lumix pocket-sized camera. She was perfectly safe...
And here's another image shot from Moss Road which climbs up to Totley Moss. I snapped it before heading home to make the Sunday dinner - roasted chicken, roast potatoes, carrots and parsnips, stuffing balls, tenderstem broccoli. succulent Yorkshire puddings, homemade gravy and cranberry sauce. All followed by lemon curd cupcakes that Shirley made from a recipe issued by a company called "Bake In". It was a subscription gift I bought her for Christmas and it has been working out very nicely.
You live in a beautiful part of the world. Mothering Sunday is nothing like Mothers' Day. The latter being so commercial. I hope that Mothering Sunday hasn't been bitten by the same bug. I have lovely memories of it as a child.ReplyDelete
Here the terms are interchangeable.Delete
So why the hell aren't there any pictures of the food!!!????ReplyDelete
"Man cannot live by bread alone" spake Zarathustra.Delete
My research (Google) says that quote came from the book of Deuteronomy, but I get your meaning anyway.Delete
Great scenic views so well worth the effort of the walk.ReplyDelete
It was good to get the heart pumping and the lings straining a littleDelete
lemon curd cupcakes sound delicious! Just right with a cuppa.ReplyDelete
A man once told me that parenting and housework are two jobs that nobody notices.....until they are not done well. Well done to the mums of your extended family, they've done well
It's funny how grown up dying men will often call for their mothers..."Mama!"Delete
Mothering Sunday used to be an "issue" every year while Steve was still alive: Living in Germany - where Mother's Day is in May, not in March -, he almost always forgot that his Mum was expecting him to ring on Mothering Sunday. Sometimes I remembered and reminded him, sometimes I did not.ReplyDelete
Your breakfast with three mothers and three generations of your family sounds nice. Hats off to Shirley - after decades of hard work, she works again in her retirement, just like you do.
The panoramic picture is like straight from one of those wide-format calendars you sometimes see at book shops.
There is a facility for taking panoramic pictures on my new camera. This was the very first time I had used it.Delete
"Working out very nicely." Ha! (I decided that "lol" was not age-appropriate for either of us.) What are you planning for next Christmas?ReplyDelete
Aromatic massage oil so that she can practise her skills upon my muscular frame.Delete
I like the driftwood horse. I would be happy to have him come and live in my gardenReplyDelete
If you and Lordy collect driftwood from IOM beaches, you will soon have enough to build your own horse's head.Delete
Excellent photos as usual YP - that seems to be a good camera.ReplyDelete
The driftwood horse is amazing - what a surprising thing to come across on your travels.
Even though it's not long after my breakfast, your description of your evening meal makes my mouth water!
Thanks for your encouraging comments Carol.Delete
The horse sculpture is amazing! The deer capture is excellent too. I have never had roasted parsnips, so last Sunday I put some in the pan with the pumpkin and sweet potatoes and they were awful. I'm never doing that again. I'll just put them in soups like always. The rest of your dinner sounds scrumptious.ReplyDelete
I would never put parsnips in a pan on the hob. You slice them lengthways, put them on an oven tray, then you drizzle oil over them and pop them in your oven for 30/40 mins, turning a couple of times. They should come out slightly charred and naturally sweet. Delicious.Delete
That's what I did, in the pan, means roasting pan and in the oven.Delete
Nice walk, cold and windy here, I returned to the car after about 30 minutes yesterdayReplyDelete
Does the D.C. after Washington mean Damned Cold?Delete
Great photos. We shoot, kill and cull Bambis as hooved feral pests.ReplyDelete
What? From the balcony of your penthouse?Delete
That Driftwood Horse is fabulous, as are the views from your wals; as always!ReplyDelete
Thanks for coming along Bob.Delete
I like that term- Mothering Day. There are many who mother who are not themselves mothers. They should be included in celebration.ReplyDelete
Nice pictures, Mr. P. I can tell you like your camera very much.
I am still getting used to that camera. Maybe my hands are too big for it.Delete
Happy Mothering Day to Shirley! From what you have written, she has done a fine job raising the children!ReplyDelete
She continues to be a most excellent mother to our grown up children.Delete
Somewhere I have a picture of an entire full size horse made of driftwood. I am amazed at how someone can look at a single stick and think that with enough of these, I could make a horse sculpture. I wish I had a fraction of that mental ability.ReplyDelete
If you can build a most excellent garden store/ greenhouse, I believe you could also make a driftwood horse.Delete
Is the driftwood horse called Woody YP?ReplyDelete
Whenever you mention Totley or Dore I am reminded of my early 20s when I used to visit friends there.ReplyDelete
There's no blue plaque Graham.Delete