With a dash of things loved in late August also, because I wasn’t organised enough to write anything for that month. Here we go; things I loved in September ( and slightly before).
Cosy WW2 viewing in the form of Home Fires. I’m very late to the party with this one, it aired on TV some time ago. Possibly when we were overseas, which would explain my missing such a cracking little show.
Set in the fictional Cheshire village of Great Paxford, the story is built around the lives of Women’s Institute members on the Home Front. Entertaining, interesting and full of 1940’s outfits to drool over.
Another fascinating tale involving strong women, That Bonesetter Woman by Frances Quinn. Written with the tagline, ‘she could never fit in, so she decided to stand out’, it’s a joy of a read.
Endurance Proudfoot does not fit the Georgian ideal of womanhood. She is strong, clumsy at traditionally female work and lacks both diplomacy and any desire to impress. What she does have is the skill to set broken bones and soothe aching bodies.
A historically rich read about women finding their way in a mans world with an uplifting ending.
The V & A in London. Being a lover of lovely things, this place is heaven to me. Just add a fashion passionate teenager for a wonderful day out.
My favourite find this visit?
This exquisite Sèvres egg shaped box. Made me think of French themed fellow blogger Sheree over at View from the Back. Sheree writes a fabulous series of posts all about ‘French Fancies’, and this little beauty is certainly that.
A mixed bag of walks in September courtesy of an unexpected heat wave and a busy calendar. Included but not limited to London gardens, Salisbury Plain and Watership Down in Hampshire.
That last one ended at a pub by the same name with the most fabulous rabbit mural to welcome you in.
The story of when the wolf met a mouse.
My little wolf encountered a mouse out on a walk. He sniffed it, he watched it. The mouse did that mouse-y thing of raising up on its back legs to sniff putting himself nose-to-nose with the wolfy one.
I’d like to think they were saying hello; suspect mouse was actually trying to figure if he was going to be eaten.
The Wolf did me proud, curious but calm and gentle. At last, five years of training and country life seems to have paid off. A sweet moment, and a good one to end on.
I’d love to hear about your September highlights, let’s chat in the comments.