270: how does your garden grow?

This week’s adventure was to Myddelton House and Gardens in Enfield, which was the home of – among others – a chap called E A Bowles. It’s now the HQ of the Lee Valley Regional Park Authority and has been recently restored with the help of those nice people at the National Lottery Heritage Fund. I was shown around by the head gardener and we made some early plans for linking up with other organisations along the route of the New River.

E A Bowles was, apparently, never supposed to have owned the house: in the way of younger brothers at the time, he was destined to have been a vicar but his older brother died early so he ended up inheriting instead. By all accounts he seems to have been one of more useful members of the gentry, setting up night classes for local youngsters and giving them practical skills, hosting village events on the lawns, acting as a lay preacher and forming a local cricket team. Many of the ‘Bowles Boys’ went on to great things.

He was happiest in his garden, however, and it still shows. A crocus expert whose illustrations are held by the Royal Horticultural Society, he filled the garden with plants he loved rather than decorative borders. The ‘Lunatic Asylum’ area contains oddities – he was the first to propagate twisted hazel in the UK – while the walls and trees are draped with glorious swags of purple wisteria.

The New River (that again, sorry) used to flow through the gardens but he wasn’t allowed to plant anything in it, so instead he bordered it with irises which reflected into the waters and dug a large pond where he could plant anything he liked. The river’s course was straightened in the 19th century and a lawn now reflects the old route. The water was so hard Bowles was surprised he couldn’t walk on it: the result of the chalk aquifer and streams that fed it.

A leak from the river fed the Rock Garden, his most loved area. I was told that he used to bury empty bottles upright in the leak (or possibly leat, I don’t know) to capture the water and use it to water the gardens so none was wasted. The route from the main road crosses the New River although the river path is closed for works, but I did get to stand and look into the surprisingly fast flowing waters.

Attached to the main house is a gorgeous conservatory-full of succulents, and there are further glasshouses in the kitchen garden with peaches and more succulents. We’re going back in half term, hopefully, for a longer explore. Scattered about the garden are stone pieces – the old Enfield Market Cross (I also saw the Eleanor Cross in Waltham Cross on the way home), parts of the old London Bridge, and two tall wire ostriches who replaced original stone ones which now live in the little Bowles Museum by the tea room.

With free entry from 10-5 every day (earlier in winter) this is well worth a visit, and you could also take in Forty Hall and farm which is virtually next door. There’s some lovely footpaths and parkland to explore, and a monthly farmers’ market. Gunpowder Mills isn’t too far in between Waltham Cross and Waltham Abbey, but if you’re jonesing for more gardens Capel Manor is also very close.

Other things making me happy this week:

Seeing my sea creatures in the British Library’s new Story Explorers family exhibition. Our director and I were invited, so we explored outer space and the jungle. Running into ex-Young V&A colleagues was a bonus, as was a quick catch-up with storyteller Emily Grazebrook who worked with families to co-design the exhibition. If you have small people, go and visit – it’s free but you will need to book
Forest ramble to loosen up my legs before today’s half marathon in the Goring Gap. Glad the weather has cooled a bit!
New haircut thanks to lovely Jasmine at Salon 35

Thing 2 being very calm about the first week of her GCSEs. There’s been a lot of baking in the afternoons though!
The first tiny alpine strawberries in the garden

Right, if anyone needs me I’ll be tackling my walking nemesis….

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading:

The Good, the Bad and the Furry/21st Century Yokel – Tom Cox (Audible)

The Running Hare – John Lewis-Stempel

The Darkest Evening – Ann Cleeves

Clete – James Lee Burke

Demon’s Bluff – Kim Harrison

Cahokia Jazz – Francis Spufford (Dad – you’ll enjoy this one!)

269: a trip back in time to 1693

I love secret bits of London and this week the work gang got to see the fabulous Oak Room at New River Head. Not the bit of New River Head that we’re turning into a brand new gallery and gardens, but the bit that’s currently a very grand set of flats on Rosebery Avenue. The header image this week is ‘London from Islington Hill, by Thomas Bowles, c. 1740. New River Head, centre-left, Upper Pond in foreground’. This is from British History Online.

The New River (its compulsory to say at this point that it’s not new and it’s not a river) was finished in 1613 and brought clean water from springs in Hertfordshire to Islington, and from there it was distributed to the City and later to further afield in London via elm pipes. The New River Company was one of the earliest – if not the earliest – joint stock companies, headed by a Welsh goldsmith/engineer/all-round clever chap called Hugh Myddelton. His brother became Lord Mayor of London (the Dick Whittington sort rather than the Sadiq Khan sort) on the very day that the New River was officially opened with lots of pomp and ceremony. There are several excellent books about it, including The Mercenary River by Nick Higham which is well worth a read. Even the King was a shareholder, putting up half the money to build the river in return for half the profits – which also worked to convince the local landowners to let HM dig a river across their lands. The river followed the 100ft contour, so gravity brought it down to London, with a five inch drop over every mile. You can find some pictures of the route here.

The river originally finished at the Round Pond, where the flats are now, and the Water House was where the offices were. The Oak Room was commissioned by the company engineer in 1693, and it was a mark of how important it was that the portrait of King William III that decorates the ceiling was done by the official court painter. The ceiling is covered in plasterwork showing some very fierce dolphins looking like Chinese dragons, swans and other waterbirds, scenes from along the New River, and is incredibly detailed. The dolphins reminded me of this figure we had in the ‘A Pirate’s Life for Me’ exhibition at Museum of Childhood.

It’s called the Oak Room, though, because of the oak carvings – probably done by Grinling Gibbons or at least his workshop. There’s an unusual unicorn in the coat of arms with a most excellently pointy horn, for example, and the carvings around the fireplace include a very cute crab, crayfish, fishing nets and other watery equipment, plants and various fish. Oak is apparently very hard to carve, and the intricate work here is quite stunning. We were lucky enough to be shown around by an expert on the history of the river, who also came to our offices to give us a talk a couple of weeks ago. In its original position in the Water House the room gave a view of St Paul’s Cathedral and the City, but has been turned around in its new home where it was installed in 1920. The head of the Metropolitan Water Board used it as a dining room, apparently, and had a special chair made from the boarding of the Round Pond when it was decommissioned. Now you can see our Engine House from it, complete with scaffolding where our construction team are busy bringing it back to life.

The block of flats itself is very grand, and the entrance includes the seals of all the water companies which were folded into the MWB in 1904. The seal of the New River Company has the hand of Providence over London and the motto ‘and I caused it to rain upon one city’, which made a change from everyone else’s gods and greenery. The ground floor has a huge open space where people used to come and pay their water bills – it looks more like a ballroom – and the carved MWB seal is still over the front door. Parts of the pond revetment can still be seen too.

Our next visit is to the London Museum of Water and Steam in a couple of weeks – can you detect a theme? I’m also going to visit Myddelton House and Gardens on the route of the New River. Lots of history incoming, London fans….

Other things making me happy this week

Dropping the first batch of sea creatures off at the British Library, including my very psychedelic crab. Needle felting all the faces was very therapeutic.
A long walk last Sunday rambling along the river Roding, seeing hares again and a whole lot of ducklings
All the Threads about President Barbie of the new country of Mattel. Apparently Crayola are drawing up the trade agreements. See also: Puppet Regime

Today is long walk day with only a week to go till the Goring Gap half marathon….must remember to hydrate and fuel properly to face my nemesis!

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading:

Harbour Street/The Moth Catcher/The Seagull – Ann Cleeves

Interesting Times – Terry Pratchett (Audible)

The Good, The Bad and The Furry – Tom Cox (Audible)

Demon’s Bluff – Kim Harrison

268: the Father Ted conundrum

I’ve had a couple of conversations this week at work about focusing so much on the small stuff that the far away stuff is getting away from us. The small stuff (well, a monumental horse, if you can consider that small) is what’s keeping me awake at night these days, and then while I’m worrying about the horse in the wee small hours I remember all the other stuff I have to do that isn’t getting done because of the horse and then rooooouuuunnnnnd we go again. The poor horses in the fields on my walking route are probably wondering why I am cursing them and glaring as I walk past. They haven’t done anything apart from look like horses, obviously, but I’m not being selective with my equine animosity right now.

Part of this is trying to be several people all at once. Thank heavens for the return of my Community Partnerships Producer who is looking rested after a few weeks in Italy with her family, or at least she did until she walked into my personal maelstrom. She works two days a week with us, so in a few weeks we’ll be looking for the other half of her role but right now I am that other half and summer is always an intense period for community work. We’re building our centre with a desire to be a place where the community feels at home, and unlike at Young V&A we don’t have a 150 year history in the borough so we need to set out our stall now, letting people know we’re coming and that we want this to be a place for them. This means popping up at the summer festivals and chatting to people. This is an excellent part of my job, but then I have to find other people to do it with me and for some reason not everyone wants to work weekends. The horse project is also a community thing, but it’s proving a little tricky to recruit participants.

I had a really invigorating meeting with one of the festival organisers from the council on Thursday – one of those amazing conversations where ideas bounce off each other and things come together. It spun on into the next meeting, with a small crossover where I introduced the illustrator to the producer and things blossomed. Thursday, in fact, was all about meetings. The Radical Rest session I listened to while I was working on things that couldn’t wait (Sorry Kate, I know I missed the point!) was, ironically, about burnout in the cultural sector and there have been moments in the last couple of weeks where I’ve been ticking off a lot of the symptoms.

Schools remain within my remit: this week a school approached me about a CPD, which they initially wanted in September but then moved to July. Because all our sessions are tailored to the needs of each school, I have to meet with the school to work out what they want, reach out to the fabulous freelance illustrators who actually deliver the sessions, and do the admin around it. Schools session bookings have been honed over the years – from working closely with the bookings teams at London Museum through many years, taking bookings myself rather than remaining at arm’s length so I understand what needs to happen. There’s still admin around this, of course: sending invoice requests and confirmations, making sure the illustrator is in place and has all the materials they need.

Developing and piloting new sessions is on the radar: a science x history x illustration session which we need to deliver to six schools in the next term. Working with the lead facilitator to identify dates, locating a second facilitator and getting their dates, reaching out to schools who you’d think would like free sessions on local history but who actually take emails, a phone call to make sure they’ve got the email, resending the email as they probably just deleted it the first time, and then checking back up later to organise a conversation where I tell the teachers all the things they’d know if they’d just read the damn email in the first place. Developing the resources that support the session; making sure the materials are ready, doing the schools bookings admin, reporting to the funders, attending the sessions, evaluating the sessions. We’ll be recruiting someone for this soon as well, and they’ll be working on family programmes for when we open.

With my Welcome and Participation Lead head on, I’ve been working on access. Organising the first meeting of the Access Panel – booking rooms; booking BSL interpreters and audio describers; reading, watching and listening to expressions of interest; meeting with the consultant. I’ve never been so interested in toilet door fittings and it’s now perfectly normal behaviour to ask friends to take photos of these if they go anywhere new. Sorry Amanda….you need to know it’s not just me though…

I’m thinking about tech and furniture for the learning spaces, about interactivity for the site as a whole, about outside furniture and play and illustration opportunities, about how people are welcomed, about creative programmes for when we open, about how we make links with teachers and other cultural organisations along the New River to support CPD for our key boroughs when we open, about how I can embed illustration in learning throughout the school system, about how we market our schools offer more locally, about how we how and when we bring on our volunteers, about how we diversify our front of house, who the young people will be for our final project in the autumn term. My head can’t contain all the things so despite my highly organised to-do list I feel like I am juggling five oranges and then someone throws me a chainsaw.

Also in my head I know this is a pinch point and things will even out again….but I’M A BIT STRESSED RIGHT NOW. I’m not very good at admitting when I’m at my wits end when I’m at work as I try to be quite positive – all the while knowing that toxic positivity is a bad thing, but also knowing that the experiences in my last job where any negativity got you burned have left me somewhat scarred. It’s a conundrum indeed.

Things making me happy this week

A gorgeous swim with Jill on Saturday morning.
A ramble through new footpaths on Sunday last week, via the fields to Epping Upland and back round to Epping – saw my first hares for a while which made me happy.
An early morning Tuesday ramble where I shared a field with a huge herd of deer
A chaotic afternoon for GT2’s 2nd birthday last Sunday.
Two thirds of the sea creatures done: still to go are three crabs, three turtles, one starfish and one jellyfish. These are going to live at the British Library which I am pretty flipping excited about, I can tell you. I feel more neon colours coming on, especially for the jellyfish.
Visiting the site for the first time in a couple of months – it’s all coming together!

Right, I’m off for a Sunday walk! Here’s to another bank holiday…

Kirsty

What I’ve been reading:

Demons of Good and Evil – Kim Harrison

Interesting Times – Terry Pratchett (Audible)

The Glass Room – Ann Cleeves

267: stop the week I want to get off

Last week’s paean to four-day weeks (or three, at least) has been overtaken by the experience of this week’s four-day week which didn’t go nearly as well. Not for any specific reason, but…

…on Tuesday I took Lulu to the vets for her annual inspection – this minimises the actual experience of my Beloved and I acting in a pincer movement to wrestle her into the cat carrier, me forcibly lifting her out again as she clings to the sides like the facehugging xenomorph from Alien so she can be weighed and checked over, and watching her slinking back in in an attempt to make herself invisible afterwards. I popped to the library to pick up my holds (another recommendation from a colleague and a couple of Ann Cleeves), came home, set up my table, logged in…..and realised I was supposed to be in the office as we were interviewing in the afternoon. Cue throwing tidy clothes and my face on, racing for the bus and heading for the office. The Central Line was misbehaving with delays on both journeys. On the way home I had to get rescued from South Woodford by my Beloved as there were no trains and luckily he wasn’t far away.

The rest of the week continued to fluster me: never quite working out what day it was, not being able to finish one thing before starting the next. Part of it is the continued joy of menopausal brain fog, part of it is just trying to do too much at once on too many different things (but they all need doing!). Whatever it is, this week wasn’t working for me. I did get to meet some interesting interview candidates – I like interviewing – and had coffee with Amanda on Thursday.

Friday was great, on the other hand. As my communities colleague was off on her holidays I got to sit in on the first session of our new co-creation project. This is the third project of four before we open the Centre next year, and this one is in partnership with Islington Centre for Refugees and Migrants and the artist MURUGIAH. These are a series of projects exploring heritage and what it means to people. MURUGIAH grew up in South Wales (like me!) with Sri Lankan parents (not like me!), and our participants yesterday came from the Ukraine, Cameroon, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Morocco and Turkey. Their co-ordinator is Polish/British so we had a broad set of heritages to draw on. MURUGIAH’s work builds worlds of colour and shape, and always reminds me of the Beatles’ Yellow Submarine.

We thought about the things that make us ‘us’ – memories, language, family, food, music, the journeys we have made, the things that have happened to us. One of the things that I love about these projects is sitting with the group, working alongside them as they’re drawing their stories. Done, from Turkey, drew her childhood garden and told me about climbing the mulberry tree to pick the fruits from the top as she sat in the branches. She drew baskets of cherries, birds coming the eat the mulberries – she liked the sour ones rather than the sweet – and the bees who’d come to the flowers. There was a green house with a red roof, and she missed the garden when they moved to the city. The Ukrainian pair drew big blowsy poppies and sunflowers, flower headdresses framing blue sky and golden wheatfields, rivers – there are always rivers, they said – and a soldier standing to attention. Herve, from Cameroon, drew flags and a monument; our Congolese participant shared her memories of beach parties where they’d dance and catch tilapia to eat cooked in banana leaf parcels, and the colourful clothes they wear. Our Moroccan lady drew things from her country and their London equivalents – taxis, trains and buses, food, flags and more. It started quietly and as they started to draw the stories came out, and our two hours flew by – I’m not usually in on Fridays but I’d quite like to drop in on these sessions. Regular readers will remember previous experiences working with refugees and asylum seekers have made a massive impact on me (and also that this is why I am doing the Cardiff Half Marathon in October for the Choose Love charity, and any pennies you can spare towards my target are much appreciated! I have £170 to go….).

I also got to catch up briefly with Jhinuk Sarkar, another of our community illustrators who is delivering a co-creation project at Bethany House – this is a supported housing project for women from Islington experiencing homelessness/houselessness for a wide variety of reasons. They’re making bunting and flags and I can’t wait to see them – enough to stretch from Bethany House to the Centre is the ambition!

Other things making me happy this week

An Easter Monday swim with Jill and Rachel followed by simnel cake and hot chocolate
More Northern Exposure – we’re up to Season 3 now and I can’t find my Season 4 box set anywhere
Crocheted jellyfish. Curiously satisfying to make with their curly tentacles! I like the neon green one – the photo doesn’t do it justice!
Running into TT2 with GT2 at the station on Wednesday – how is he two already? It’s his party today and Thing 2 has created a gorgeous birthday cake.
Seeing the trampoline populated by bouncing kids – next door’s small people like to come and run round our garden and see what my Beloved is up to, as well as say hi to the cats
A ten mile ramble through fields on Saturday in a wide loop around Toot Hill, Stanford Rivers and Tawney Common. Not too warm, with a lot of geese around for some reason, a muntjac, a bouncy deer (without benefit of trampoline) and a lot of consulting of my OS map.
Being talked into signing up for another half marathon next month – it took Tan all of five minutes to convince me,

That’s all, folks! Have a good week.

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading:

The Makioka Sisters – Tanizaki

The Trouble with the Cursed/Demons of Good and Evil – Kim Harrison

A Letter to the Luminous Deep – Sylvie Cathrall

Talismans, Teacups and Trysts – K Starling

The Last Continent – Terry Pratchett

266: Ferrero Rocher? Don’t mind if I do.

A three day week is an excellent thing, affording some solid naps and some good reading time – although my reading over the week has degenerated from some quite good crime novels to some absolutely rubbishy magical romances, which I have thoroughly enjoyed in a frothy sort of way. I use Kindle Unlimited and also subscribe to BookBub which sends me a daily email with lots of 99p offers, where many of these things pop up. Fairies, dragons, dashing heroes who start off extremely bad-tempered and then become reluctantly heroic. Feisty heroines. Bridgerton with mythical beasties. Jane Austen with jinxes. Alliterative titles. That sort of thing.

This is whole-box-of-Ferrero-Rocher-to-yourself sort of reading, if you know what I mean. Indulgent. Nothing that requires any brain power at all. On the other hand, I’ve also been reading a Japanese classic recommended by a colleague, set in Osaka just before the Second World War which focuses on manners, Japanese societal expectations of women, and doesn’t have cats or books in. It’s not frothy at all, and probably bears more resemblance to Austen in the way characters and society are drawn than any of the Regency-set froth I’ve been reading. One of my VI form teachers, Mr Bradley, introduced us to Austen by declaring that he’d have married her.

One of my cousins asked a few weeks ago whether he was the only person in the family who read more than one book at once, and the answer was a fairly unanimous no, we’re all at it. I always have an upstairs book, a portable book and a downstairs book on the go and quite often one I’m dipping in and out of – short stories or poetry, for example. Sometimes I’ll put a book down and circle back to it, especially if its one that takes thinking about. But one book at a time is never enough.

Other things making me happy this week

A family outing to Audley End. Pretty spring flowers, a walled garden, a large screw embedded in the tyre – the car jinx strikes again. Last time the suspension went.
Making my annual Simnel cake. I could make them more often, but I don’t.
Finishing the first five of the sea creature commission. I like this turtle best so far.
Being kidnapped by Miriam and Jill on Saturday afternoon – they were a bottle of prosecco down, I stuck to tea.
An excellent walk to Ongar this morning. I saw a large stag, a sparrowhawk and some baby bunnies – went to Sainsburys and got the bus home with tomorrow’s roast!
Binging a series called North of North which we laughed like drains at – and which led to Northern Exposure nostalgia so now I’m watching that and remembering how excellent it was (especially Chris in the Morning). I’d really like to go to Alaska. I may have to reread all the Kate Shugak novels (which all seem to have arrived on Kindle Unlimited if you haven’t read them).

Today we’re being descended on by the TTs and the GTs for an egg hunt in the back garden, which will be lots of chaotic, sugar-fuelled fun.

Another four day week to come!

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading:

The Dark Wives – Ann Cleeves

Underscore – Andrew Cartmel

The Makioka Sisters – Tanizaki

Spells, Strings and Forgotten Things – Breanne Randall

The Geographer’s Map to Romance – India Holton

Talismans, Teacups and Trysts – K. Starling

Sourcery/The Lost Continent – Terry Pratchett (Audible)

265: I’ve started…Finished? Not so much.

This week I was going to write about the V&A floral embroidery course with Lora Avedian that Heather and I signed up for on Tuesday, where we’d learn all about couching with ribbon and things. Due to technical issues at their end they ended up turning off the live session and sending out the recording instead which I haven’t watched yet.

Then I was going to write about the quilted overcoat I started making – the Ara jacket by Daisy Chain Patterns. I taped the pattern together and cut out the fabric but then encountered some technical issues at my end* so didn’t finish that either. It’s being made from a duvet cover (of course) and I can’t decide which side I like best for the outside. It’s also got four – FOUR! – pockets.

Other things I haven’t finished this include a brilliant plan for getting illustration into schools; most of the coffees I’ve made in the office; the cucumber I definitely meant to add to my sandwiches so as not to waste it. There were excellent – though not technical – reasons for not finishing all these things, mostly to do with the community programme and a lot of meetings, but it means my to-do list has not shrunk in any way.

Things I did finish: several books, a lot of Thing 2’s excellent hot cross buns, and this Bananasaurus which is definitely better viewed side on. Fortunately its for a soon-to-be-two-year-old….

*I needed a nap.

Things making me happy this week

A team outing to Wilton’s Music Hall for a tour by our architects, who did the restoration there and also at Hackney Empire.
An early morning swim with Jill and a lot of coots, talking about Tove Jansson with people who love my Moomin tattoo.
Finding the latest Vera Stanhope novel right next to the return bin at the library, just as I needed a new book to read (no, really, I did)
Feeling like a celebrity on a visit to Young V&A
Getting started on a whole rockpool’s worth of sea creatures for the British Library
Meeting an adorable corgi puppy called Leon at the lake. No idea what his owner was called.

This week we’re having a family day out on Monday, because apparently weekends are too peopley (Easter holidays are going to come as a shock to my Beloved, I can see) and I will be attempting to finish things. Possibly.

Have a good week!

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading:

Cold Earth/Wild Fire/The Long Call/Silent Voices/The Dark Wives – Ann Cleeves

Moving Pictures/Sourcery – Terry Pratchett (Audible)

264: funny peculiar or funny haha?

On Monday my friend Jill convinced me to go with her to a new exercise class, called Strength and Supple, or possibly Supple and Strength, I don’t know. It didn’t include glowsticks or loud music, anyway. It did involve hand weights, yoga mats and blocks and – somewhat unexpectedly – small beach balls which we were supposed to tuck behind our knees and use to commit some awkward stretches.

Those who know me well are aware that agility and I are, at best, very distant acquaintances. Graceful poses and I are not friends at all. Expecting me to get from downward dog back up to standing is, I feel, something that should only be undertaken behind closed doors and possibly in a darkened room. I can get half way and then I get sort of stuck, much like Winnie the Pooh attempting to make an exit from Rabbit’s house after a whole pot of honey. It’s best just to hang a tea towel on me and leave me to get out of it in my own time. Really.

After the downward dog bit there were some warrior poses and some leaping about in the name of cardio, the aforementioned beach ball bits, and then Jill had promised me a nice relaxing bit at the end. But first, FIRST, there were some contortions that involved holding the beach ball between our knees while lifting a yoga block over our heads and attempting to sort of not do a sit up. At least, that was what I think we were supposed to be doing. I could be mistaken.

Sounds simple, yes? Lying down is well within my wheelhouse, I thought, as at least I can’t fall over and I can deal with getting up again afterwards. This turned out not to be the case as my head decided that this was an opportune moment for one of its occasional bouts of vertigo and it was touch and go whether I’d throw up or not. I gave up, sat up and added ‘lying down’ to the list of things getting that little bit more challenging as I get older.

Talking of funny turns, this week I have been listening to Marcel Lucont, who first dropped onto my radar with the excellent poem ‘Wine in a Can’ which you can see below. He’s very dry, very funny, probably not actually French, and has a podcast with the best bits of his interactive live show ‘The Whine List’ which caused Thing 3 to ask what on earth I was listening to. He’s deliciously judgy without punching down, and worth a listen though not in front of young children.

Other things making me happy this week

A surprise in the post from TT2 – a cute picture of my Beloved, Thing 2 and GTs 2 and 3 taken a few months ago.
Sunshine all week! The cherry blossom is out and London is looking shiny

My Threads feed being completely full of penguins after the orange basketcase’s announcement of trade tariffs on the unpopulated Heard and McDonald Islands – no people, anyway, but thousands of penguins exporting who knows what.

This week the kids are off school so I don’t have to wrangle any of them out of bed, so that’s something to look forward to! Today we’re going for a swim and Jill’s mum – queen of the knitted bobble hat – will be coming to meet her subjects.

Same time next week,

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading:

Red Bones/Dead Water/Silent Voices/Thin Air – Ann Cleeves

Raising Steam/Moving Pictures – Terry Pratchett (Audible)

263: restocking the stationery stash in a very sustainable way

This has been one of those hectic weeks, thanks to one of my moonlighting gigs with We Are FTW – this time at the edie25 show at the Business Design Centre in Islington. Edie is all about corporate sustainability, so there were lots of interesting people to talk to about retrofitting listed buildings, for example. I won’t run out of nice notebooks for a while, either (as if that was ever going to happen!). I love doing these events for my friend Isla – it’s a great way to remember that there’s people doing things that don’t revolve around my current obsession with accessible bathroom fittings. Who knew?

I seem to be spending a lot of time at the BDC, as it’s where the Stitch Festival was last weekend and where I’m attending another event next week. It’s a lovely building which I think used to be the Agricultural Hall, and it had a great illustration of the ‘Oranges and Lemons’ rhyme which features our New River windmill. Their ops team were so helpful and friendly, which is not always the case! It was lovely to see the same agency event staff from previous conferences and to catch up with Anna, over from the Czech Republic for the event.

Detail from linocut *Oranges and Lemons*, by Tobias Till, 2014

I was most impressed by the catering, however, where the Good Eating Company pulled a 100% vegan menu out of the bag for more than 1200 people over two days – including a mushroom bourguignon that was unbelievably tasty, some oat and raisin cookies that were almost as good as mine, and vegan doughnuts. Apparently this was the first time they’d done a 100% vegan catering job: no repetition of main courses over the two days, either. The avocado and chocolate mousse was a bit gritty and the panna cotta didn’t quite work but everything else was amazing. The speed at which everything disappeared was testament to how good it was. They also have their own small farm, work with the Garden Army to support wellbeing and leftover food was distributed to the local homeless people through a charity based at the BDC.

We stayed in a very quirky (!) little hotel in Prebend Street called Angel Townhouse, which possibly caters mainly to the naughty weekend market as there’s mini hot tubs in each room, no dining facilities and good sized showers. I assume it’s a converted pub, with rooms over two floors above a wine bar and very thin walls. The bed was comfortable and my shower on the first morning was excellent, but sometime over the day the boiler packed up and no one on the first floor had any hot water by the evening – RUINING my plans for a hot tub and a good book after a busy day – or the following morning. I might be happy to hop into icy lakes in subzero temperatures but I don’t want to do it in my bathroom!

We ate at Pizza Express on the first night and Thai Square the second – excellent pad thai and lovely lemony satay chicken.

Conversation over dinner on night two – as all conversations have over the last couple of weeks – veered towards Adolescence, the brilliant, thought-provoking but absolutely terrifying series on Netflix. 66.3 million views in less than two weeks, the first streaming show to top the UK’s weekly viewing charts: the hype is deserved. National-treasure-in-progress Stephen Graham is angry and bewildered as the dad, Owen Cooper as his furious, radicalised son is remarkable (especially in the scenes with the psychiatrist) – as is the entire cast, actually. The cinematography ratchets up the tension right from the beginning. Each episode was shot in a single take and I can quite understand why Ashley Walters was going home in tears each evening.

My Beloved and I watched it over two evenings and I’ll be watching it again with Thing 3 whether he likes it or not, quite honestly. I can’t add anything to the reams and reams of print that the series has already generated but if you have teenagers – of any variety – watch it with them. If it doesn’t win every award going next season then something is very wrong. It will make you angry and uncomfortable and sad in equal measure but what it’s saying is vital. You could also listen to this episode of The Trawl (thanks to Tan for introducing me to this gem of a podcast). But watch it.

Things making me happy this week

Loop earplugs, as even on a quiet street London is noisy!
A good day at the Stitch Festival with Heather – I didn’t buy anything!
Mother’s Day Moomin biscuits – thank you TT2! And Moomin sweets – thank you Miriam!
The local library ordering service
Setting up my fundraising page for the half marathon I wrote about last week – it’s here if you’d like to start me off towards my target. On a slightly related note, the hotel in our village, also mentioned last week as I worked with some of the asylum-seeking families at the local school, caught fire on Friday night. Everyone was evacuated and no one was hurt, fortunately, but the event caused the usual spewing of racism and hate on social media including accusations of arson and one person whose only concern was whether the road was open yet (while the blaze was still, well…blazing. Oh, the humanity.) If I’d lost everything and fled to safety with my children once I don’t think I’d be in a rush to do it again. This event did not make me happy, but did highlight the need to choose love over hate every. Single. Time.
An unexpected journey – only to Harlow with Miriam and E to see Edith and do a bit of shopping but I did get to go to Lidl which is always exciting. I did not buy a chainsaw. The box was damaged.
A potential crochet commission – more on this later!
Asda delivering 94% of the things I ordered, and sending sensible substitutes for the others. Wonders may never cease.
An email from Thing 3’s head of year informing me that he was pupil of the week, which is nice.
Proving once again that you can’t take me anywhere without running into someone I have a connection with – this time the Uber driver bringing us back to Essex.
Making friends with a tiny Jack Russell/poodle cross called Figgy – four months old and a wiggly, wriggly puppy with a tail that wagged her rather than the other way round.

Same time next week then…

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading:

White Nights/Telling Tales/Blue Lightning/Hidden Depths – Ann Cleeves

Raising Steam – Terry Pratchett (Audible)

262: personality goes a long way*

*13.1 miles, in fact.

This week – before I have the chance to change my mind after Saturday’s 25k Queen of the Suburbs Ultra – I have signed up for the Cardiff Half Marathon in October and am considering Ealing but that’s got a three hour cutoff time so I’d need to speed up a bit. Cardiff is four which is very doable. I’d rather run both but my knees have other ideas.

I am basically a lazy person. I like sitting down and reading and crocheting and naps and drinking coffee. So why, you might ask, am I signing up for very long ~~walks~~ lurches? Well, it’s because I am basically lazy, in fact. I know that if I’m going to do any exercise I need a reason, and ‘keeping fit’ just isn’t enough of a reason to get me out further than 5k. So I’m basically lazy but also quite stubborn and competitive, it turns out. It’s a difficult blend of personality traits at times like this, you know, but I have made my peace with it and signing up to stuff is like surrendering to my inner nag. I was all “FINE, but I WON’T ENJOY IT*”.

General entry to Cardiff was sold out in a matter of seconds, so I went down the charity place option and have decided to raise money for Choose Love, who work with displaced communities to provide on-the-ground emergency aid and support where it’s needed.

Regular readers will know that over the past few years I’ve been fortunate enough to meet and spend time with refugees and asylum seekers in East London and Essex, engaging with them through play in schools and family centres; trying to bring a bit of normality and joy into lives that they never planned and which they are living with dignity and more grace than I suspect I could muster in the same situation.

The Migration Museum’s 2016 exhibition Call Me By My Name, about the Jungle in Calais, has also stayed with me: it’s not often an exhibition moves me to tears. Stories about the people TT1 works with at Epping Forest Foodbank, the casual neglect, racism and dehumanisation families seeking safety in the UK encounter make me wonder about the lack of humanity some people display. Every time we’ve turned on the news for the past many years we’ve heard about Gaza, Syria, Ukraine, Afghanistan and so on.

When I first started teaching in London we had groups of children from Angola in our classes – untangling the relationships between the adults and the children was sobering. Many weren’t related at all. Village adults – often women – had been entrusted with the lives of groups of children and sent to London in the hope that the parents would escape and join them at some point. I don’t know if they ever did. Choose Love seemed like a natural choice for me to exercise on behalf of: we all need love, after all.

I haven’t set my fundraising page up yet as the website defeated me, but rest assured I’ll be asking for support – look, think of it as paying someone else to exercise so you don’t have to, and you can stay warm and safe in the knowledge that someone, somewhere, will be getting the help they so desperately need.

*Oh OK then, FINE, yes I will.

Things making me happy this week

Tan reminding me on Friday that the 25k was on Saturday not Sunday – in the nick of time, clearly!
Last Sunday’s lovely sunshiney training walk – I got befuddled and didn’t end up where I thought I would. No sense of direction, that’s my problem. Luckily the 25k was way marked with bright pink ribbon.
Popping in to the library on Thursday afternoon and seeing the Knit and Natter group still going after 15 years – my late MIL was one of the founder members, so it’s good to see it going strong.
My finished crochet cardigan it’s basically two giant granny hexagons stitched together and I LOVE it. Try this pattern for a similar one – mine is in a DK yarn so has more rounds. I was using the Attic 24 Hydrangea blanket colours, and I made the sleeves more dramatic.
Thing 3’s parents’ evening. His handwriting continues to be atrocious but other than that he is, apparently, a joy to have around.
Finishing Saturday’s event 16 minutes faster than I’d planned for – my chip time was 4 hrs 9, my Strava time was just under 3 hrs 59. I’ll take that as a win. And I made it indoors before the huge thunderstorm landed. I did not appreciate the really big hill at 19k or the smaller one at 23k.

Today I am off to the Stitch Festival at the Business Design Centre in Islington with Heather, my crafty partner in crime, where I will NOT spend any money. No.

That’s it for the week! Same time next Sunday then…

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading

The Heron’s Cry/The Rising Tide/Telling Tales – Ann Cleeves

Going Postal/Making Money/Raising Steam – Terry Pratchett (Audible)

The Trouble With The Cursed – Kim Harrison

261: in an unusual move…

A few months back my friend Jill, who knows I love a good crime novel, handed over a book called The Raging Storm and told me I’d really enjoy it. I was aware of the author, Ann Cleeves, as I spend a lot of time perusing the crime section in libraries and charity shops, but for some reason I hadn’t read any. This one, one of the ‘Two Rivers’ series which focus on Detective Matthew Venn, sat on the TBR pile for a while until I was in the mood for something new.

The story is set in a small Cornish fishing village, close to where the detective was brought up in a very strict religious sect. A local celebrity is found horribly murdered in a storm, and then another body follows on the same beach. Venn, with the assistance of his colleagues, are tasked with finding the culprit. For the first few days this was my upstairs book (as opposed to my downstairs book or my portable book), and then I was hooked and it got carried around with me – I didn’t work out the murderer until the reveal. By about half way through I’d ordered several more from the library, was rummaging in the charity shops and checking out the Kindle deals.

The first book in this series was filmed as The Long Call, a four parter available on ITVx, and I watched it in one sitting yesterday afternoon. We’ve also been binging one of her other series, Shetland (BBC iPlayer) in the evenings. I am heavily invested in this now, not least because the main character – Detective Jimmy Perez – is played by Douglas Henshall.

I have had a bit of a soft spot for Mr Henshall since Primeval, where he negotiated anomalies and prehistoric creatures in very practical fashion. If I was in danger of finding myself threatened by dinosaurs I could think of no one I’d rather wrestle them with, quite honestly.

However, as we’ve progressed through the series I have become increasingly interested in how cuddly he looks in his trademark crewneck jumpers and I am having worrying Mrs. Doyle-esque thoughts – as in the Father Ted episode Night of the Nearly Dead. I’ve always thought of myself as more of a Father Dougal so this is a concerning progression. In this episode Mrs Doyle (the brilliant Pauline McLynn) wins a poetry competition where the prize is a visit from daytime TV host Eoin McLove (Patrick McDonnell). McLove, a Daniel O’Donnell caricature, is beloved of old ladies across Ireland and known for his love of jumpers and cake.

Rest assured I will not be writing odes to Mr Henshall’s knitwear or, indeed, baking a cake. However, this is not the normal progress of my occasional celebrity crushes – I have never been tempted to send John Cusack lists of my top five break-up songs, for example, or to crochet guitar cosies for Mr Springsteen. Also, I have never had a favourite jumper in a TV series before (it’s the dark green one, if you’re interested). Not even referring to it as CSI: Balamory is helping.

I think I may need to go and watch videos of Robert Plant circa 1976 until I feel better. Or plan a trip to Lerwick.

Other things making me happy this week

A midweek visit to The Goldsmiths Centre to see their Interwoven: Jewellery Meets Textiles exhibition. They always have lovely shows on and there’s an excellent cafe attached.
Excellent progress on the Hexie Cardigan while watching Shetland. (I can’t see Detective Perez in this one.). This is such a relaxing project.
Starting on the cream granny squares for my portable project
A five-mile walk with Thing 2 this morning, at least until she started complaining about the wind, the stitch, the uphills, the drawstrings on her jumper…
The one cat (Teddy) that just walks into the cat carrier and sits down, without requiring a pincer movement and a pre-planned strategy (Lulu) or a short wrestling match (Bailey)
Remembering the genius of Terry Pratchett

Today I have a 15km walk planned, in preparation for the big day next Sunday. Hopefully the weather will behave!

Have a good week, everyone! All crime novel recommendations accepted, as long as they’re not written in the first person.

Kirsty x

What I’ve been reading

Raven Black/The Crow Trap – Ann Cleeves

The Trouble With The Cursed – Kim Harrison

The Truth/Going Postal – Terry Pratchett (Audible)