Mrs Johnson’s Emporium – Progress Report

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Mrs J's

Well organised

About that “easy ” scarf ….

After Week 1, I practised, and practised.  Sat up in bed til 0200hrs, working rows, taking out rows, ending up with less than I started.  Now feeling stressed and inadequate.

Week 2 at Mrs J’s
“Hmm.  You’ve gone a bit wonky there.”   Without ado, Patricia unravels my painstaking efforts – all 2 inches of it – back to the foundation chain.   Got that bit right!  More practising required.

The knit and knatterers
can knit and natter at the same time.
I can’t do either!

Mrs Johonson's

Knitting = 2 needles

Week 3 at Mrs J’s
“Hmm.  Not sure what’s going on here,” says Patricia.  Oh no!  I watch more unravelling.  Patricia takes home my disastrous attempts for further attention.

Week 4 at Mrs J’s
Patricia presents me with the beginnings of a beautiful scarf.  I love Patricia!

Week 5
Looking forward to meeting up this week to show off my progress.  Or will it all be unravelled?

Mrs J's

A haven of wool and works of art

 

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Nothing to see?

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A Lytham day in October

Sky
Sea
Space

Nothing to see

Across the Ribble estuary

 

A Blackpool day
in October

Dots of activity on the beach

A Blackpool Day

Peeping from under South Pier

Another Blackpool Day
last day of September

Same vantage point

High Tide

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Different day – same vantage point – high tide

Illuminasia – Winter Gardens Blackpool

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Illuminasia

Tiger by Isabella (6yrs)

Sometimes you need to hide behind a child to see something child-orientated.  So I borrow one for the day.  It’s not the first time 6 year old neighbour, and jolly good friend, Isabella accompanies me on a magical mystery tour.  Illuminasia at Blackpool Winter Gardens our destination.

“This is a bit freaky,” shudders my little friend, eyes agog, as dragons sway to tinkly music; a ceiling full of dangling red lanterns; row after row of glowing Chinese solders; and the spectacular Emperor’s Palace.

We “ooh and aah” a lot!

“Who’s going through there first?”  She gives me a shove and we’re in Dinosaur Zone: T- Rex, Triceratops, Brachiosaurus, little ‘saurs, flying ‘saurs – Isabella knows the name of every one.

Illuminasia

T-Rex by Isabella (6yrs)

Next, the Lands of the Giants where we find ourselves dwarfed by massive ants, ladybirds and butterflies; enormous spiders dangle from sparkly webs; huge snails lurk amongst toadstools; a giant puppy dog hides in the bushes where a cola tin, as big as a bus, is discarded; and garden flowers out-size Jack’s beanstalk.

We enter into The Deep – a watery world of clown fish, sharks, octopus, a jellyfish the size of a dustbin lid, and other weird and wonderful sea creatures.  We end our journey admiring the Wonders of the World with the Sphinx, Leaning Tower of Pisa, London Bridge, Statue of Liberty, and our very own wonderful Blackpool Tower.

Illuminasia is fun and educational at the same time.  It’s interactive.  Visitors are given a Chinese Coin Trail to hunt for hidden coins; and a scratch card with clues to find answers.  If you get them all correct you win a prize.  We were rubbish at the Chinese Coin Trail and had to ask Zoey, one of the many friendly members of staff at Illuminasia, to reveal our missing answers.  We did much better on the scratch card – all ticks!

Isabella gave Illuminasia ten out of ten and ten gold stars. That’s how good it is.

Youngsters and oldsters will enjoy spending a lovely couple of hours here.  Make sure to catch Illuminasia before it disappears forever.  Sadly it’s closing at the end of this year.

Summertime …

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… when the livin’ is easy
Seagulls soarin’

Blackpool Jazz & Blues Festival

Seagulls soarin’

Blackpool Tower is high

Blackpool  Jazz & Blues Festival

Blackpool Tower is high

One of these mornings
You’re gonna rise up singing
And you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky

(with apologies to George & Ira Gershwin)

Blackpool Jazz & Blues Festival

Spread your wings

Blackpool’s annual weekend Jazz and Blues Festival in the Winter Gardens.  Popped in for a few hours to enjoy listening to and watching talented musicians enjoying their art.

 

A warm and friendly event promoting arts and culture in Blackpool.  An appreciative crowd.  No charge.  All contributions/ donations supporting Trinity Hospice.

Thank you to Mr Stephen Pierre, volunteers, supporters and musicians for making it happen. A worthy event.  Roll on 2018.

 

Lytham Club Day – fun of the fair

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The lure of the fairground
Distorted music
Whirring, spinning,
death defying machinery
Ride attendants
urging everyone
to pay up and get on board
for a stomach churning experience

Funfair

Chaos

Funfair

Blood curdling screams

Happy families
with squealing,
bouncing kiddies,
little faces wrapped in candyfloss,
tongues chasing runny ice cream
as it dribbles down
its once crunchy cornet

Mmmm … the smells
Hot dogs and sizzling onions oozing tomato ketchup;
salt and vinegar chips;
sugary donuts for dunking
in gloopy chocolate sauce
Food of the gods? For some!

If you’re lucky
you might win a goldfish
or a cuddly toy
– at a price

Funfair

Hook a duck to win Henry

Funfair

Hello Spongebob!

Lytham Club Day Fun Fair,
back for another year

Funfair

Keep out or kept in?

 

 

 

One man went to mow …

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… went to mow the meadow

Freckleton

Man at work

A quintessential summer’s day. Birdsong. Buzzards. Butterflies. A startled hare, disturbed by the thrum of the tractor, dashed across the field. That wonderful smell of freshly mown hay.

The farmer didn’t waste any time collecting the results of his labour.

Freckleton

Hay collected

Another meadow full of wild flowers ready for mowing.  A farmer’s work is never done.

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Farmer’s next field for mowing

 

Freckleton

Speckled Wood

Freckleton

Large Skipper

Freckleton to the Naze is the start (or end) of the Lancashire Coastal Way.  It follows the creek leading to the River Ribble where the River Douglas joins.  A lovely spot for a picnic.

On the way back The Ship at Freckleton is perfect for a rewarding beer (and lunch if you’ve not already eaten a picnic) sitting in the garden overlooking the Lancashire plains with Winter Hill in the distance.  Note to self: picnic not required next time.