Betws-Y-Coed

Here are some pictures of the walk we did at the weekend from Betws-Y-Coed, up to Llyn Crafnant (14.7 miles). It was a good day for walking - although boggy. Very boggy. Very very boggy.

Moel Siabod across the valley













Toadstools. Do not eat.












Llyn Bychan













Clean looking sheep up on Creigiau Gleision (678m).














Rainbow (and getting dark) on the way back to the car

Plastic Heaven

On the way home from the Lake District we stopped off in Windermere at the Lakeland Limited shop for a look round. I had been interested in getting a kitchen compost bin (just a small dustbin / bucket type thing with a lid for keeping veg scraps in before taking outside to the compost bins) and although I'd gotten quite a nice small pedal bin from the local market, we thought we'd pop in. Plastic heaven! I got totally carried away with the spinning top style salad spinners and gadgets and we spent a fortune. Probably 2 or 3 out of the 20 things we bought will actually get some use. But it's not like we don't have any space in the kitchen cupboards to store this stuff...actually we don't. So, rellies, guess what you're getting for Christmas (but not the salad spinner - that's mine, all mine).

You too can enjoy the delights at www.lakelandlimited.com

High Raise

Camped at Great Langdale National Trust site this weekend and walked up High Raise (762m) - pretty windy up on the tops, but no rain. Nice autumn colours and a chilly morning. Fabulous.
















The hills are alive, with the sound of bleating. And some horns too, this weekend. Hopefully Mr Beagle found his way home. Here is a sheep doing his Gandalf at Helm's Deep impersonation.













More sheep than you can shake a stick at - but you shouldn't go around shaking sticks at sheep, because it isn't nice.



And in a radical departure for the Sheep Happens website, we have a bird. Of that much I'm pretty confident. It has wings and a beak and it's not a robin or a duck.

Voodoo Knitting

This Little (?) Piggy

The Angel Yarns October Challenge was to make finger puppets - so I made this little fella from the pattern in last months Simply Knitting magazine. Was supposed to be a little fella anyway, but mine turned out huge. It doesn't even stay on my thumb - but hopefully I've found a good home for him.

Turning of the Year

Autumn is my favourite season. I love the last dying days of summer and the first chill days of winter approaching. Despite the weather forecaster's promises of torrential rain and possible flooding this week, I still dream of the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, chill clear autumn days and going for walks, wrapped up in scarves and mittens. So, in tribute to these unfeasible fantasies, here are some signs of autumn that I've noticed of late.


Moorland turning from green to brown - up on the tops near Holmbridge and Digley Reservoir.






Holly berries - maybe I should have saved this one for later in the year...
















Blackberries were growing all along the coastal paths in Pembrokeshire, mostly a bit unripe when we were there, but I bet they're fabulous now.

Bother me not...

...for I am Busy.