Showing posts with label childhood memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood memories. Show all posts

Sunday, 21 February 2010

What's in your attic?


Just look at those cobwebs... We have bats too!

After a busy week decorating, we are finally getting there in the lounge. Alan took a couple of days off so that we could progress well and we have! Without him, all this would have taken a lot longer. On Thursday, I went in to the loft in search of a carpet to go under the stairs. This is a temporary carpet until I find a vintage rug which I like. As I picked up the carpet which was close to the wall, I noticed a mark on it and then felt that my fingers were wet! As I looked up at the wall this is what I saw...


A wet wall...

Prior to that, I had not noticed it. It is more visible on the photo because of the flash. We had to move several things out of the way. Some things have been damaged by the water...
It is in the hands of the insurance company...still waiting for someone to come out and look at it! I am praying that it won't rain until then. We were told that someone would be out to see us on the 3rd March! I complained saying that it was too long to wait in view of the nature of the problem. We were promised that someone would call back to see if they could fit us in sooner. No call yesterday...




Is your loft looking like that?... We have so many boxes to go through and sort out....

Whilst moving boxes around I opened one and found some childhood books and homework books.

Oh dear....


I was 9 years old when these were marked. Looking through my geography homework book, I was reminded of how much detail was expected. Each week we had to draw and colour maps, name rivers or places. What struck me is how negative the comments were. When you didn't make any mistakes, the teacher wrote Vu (seen) never a "well done" or "good" and she always seemed to find something to pick on as reflected in her comments throughout my homework book. Examples: "badly written, not neat enough", "Horrid", "Start again" along with many other comments of that nature....I don't recall much encouragement. I went to 8 different schools as a child. Although I do have a few good memories, overall I was very glad to leave school.

Another find were these books, "Alice" I was so in to these. As soon as I had my pocket money I would go and choose a new title to read. They are brilliant mystery books. As I got older, I went on to read Agatha Christie's books instead.



I remember wanting to be her when I was 12/13 years old, she was pretty, confident and had such a sense of adventure. She always solved things!


The illustrations are great.

Back to work again...Adding those finishing touches now, my favourite bit! It is so satisfying to see an idea you have in your head come to life.

A bientôt!

Isabelle X

UPDATE 24 Feb : Loss adjuster is finally coming to have a look at it tomorrow!

Sunday, 13 December 2009

Christmas childhood books


Guess who? (Picture taken in Surrey in the late 1960's)

Well it has been a very busy week all round! Unfortunately not much of it being Christmas related. I still haven't written my Christmas cards...

In December, I bring out all the Christmas books including my daughter's. I love the illustrations and stories. They portray idyllic scenes which definitely help you get in to the Christmas mood!




The Snow Children






I've had this book since I was around 7 years old. I was very much in to Martine books as a child.
I thought they looked idyllic and Martine always seemed to have such a great time what ever she did.






The Snowman, I watch this film every Christmas. The music is so beautiful. One of my favourite scenes is as they fly over snow covered villages.


Beatrix potter


Angelina Ballerina


Angelina Ballerina. I like this scene, it looks so cosy as Mother & daughter make mince pies


Advent calendar


I also get inspirations for food and decorating the house from books such as this one.


I also get inspirations for food and decorating the house from books such as this one



Christmas Memories

So can you hear those softest sounds from out the snow filled sky
A jingling and as a jangling as Santa’s sleigh glides by?
So can you hear feel those joyous sounds as day replaces night
A present here a present there and children’s eyes so bright?
So do you think at Christmas time of when you were a child
When magic and your simple faith had your whole soul beguiled?
So when your children have grown up or maybe moved away
We should all rejoice with memories of those entrancing days.

David Keig


I wish you all a good week ahead

A bientôt!

Isabelle X

Monday, 2 November 2009

A weekend in the DORSET PUDDLES Part 1



Over the half term weekend we went to Dorset for a break. It was a trip down memory lane for me. Most of my childhood was spent living in the South of France. However, when I was 14 years old (early 1980's), we moved to AFFPUDDLE in Dorset. Where? I hear you say. I agree, it is a funny name, the whole area is full of funny names with puddle or piddle being part of the name. The River Piddle runs through Affpuddle. In fact, Affpuddle was once known as Affpiddle.
Affpuddle is a very nice hamlet with lovely houses & thatched cottages.


Affpuddle is situated between Puddletown and Bere regis. (Click on photo to enlarge the map)



For the first six months I REALLY did not like it there at all! Too much of a contrast with living in the South of France (Monte-Carlo & Cannes). Not long after we moved to Affpuddle, I recall going to the little shop in the neighbouring village of Briantspuddle. As I walked out of the shop, two men were sitting on the doorstep. One of them said: 'That's the foreigner' in quite a strong Dorset accent. There was no attempt at being discreet!

I remember thinking how rude!!! I was not impressed and couldn't wait to go back and tell my parents how rude people where here! On other occasions we would be stared at as if we have landed from Mars, no hello, just starring and muttering. Oh how I missed France! I have to say that I did not experience that with any of our immediate neighbours who were all very nice. It seemed to happen when we were out and about.

Thirty years ago things were different then, anyone who was not from Dorset was an outsider or a "Grockle" is the term some locals use/used. Things weren't as cosmopolitan as they are now. Now people travel more and are more used to outsiders. This is fair to say of some other parts of the UK too.

I eventually settled and Affpuddle became one of my favourite places to live! I discovered a different way of life, rural life, the countryside and a slower pace of life. Cycling along the country lanes, something which we where not able to do where we lived previously. Affpuddle still remains a very special place to me, unfortunately we only lived there for 3 years but I have some wonderful memories including an idyllic snowy Christmas.

If I had to choose between living in the South of France or Affpuddle, I would choose Affpuddle. Surprised, shocked & stunned? Especially after what I said about how I felt upon arriving here? I still very much like the South of France and am very lucky to have lived where I did. However, life out there can be quite artificial, Affpuddle is real, down to earth and wholesome.

Fancy having a little tour around this lovely village?











The house I lived in was previously owned by an elderly lady called Joan Brocklebank, the author of "Affpuddle in the County of Dorset". When we moved in, she left a copy of her book for us to have.


An illustration from the book


St Laurence's Church













The Old Vicarage


In the 1990's the Old Vicarage was a B&B. After we left Dorset, my sister and I would stay here from time to time for a weekend break to reminisce and visit friends and old neighbours. Sadly, it is no longer a B&B as the couple who owned it moved. It was such a beautiful house to stay in!



Proudly put up inside the Church


Illustration from the book ( That is one of the views we had from our house)


and so was this view. Another illustration from the book. The foreground shows some of the garden that belongs to the house. I was lucky enough to have that view from one of my bedroom windows.


Walking towards the house which I used to live in on the left


Here is where I used to live. So little has changed from what I could see, apart from the windows which are now PVC. ;-( I prefer the ones we had then, wooden ones with small square panels ( just like the window shown on the very last photo of this post)


Looking back


Lovely name for a cottage


Views from Affpuddle


A cottage for sale! Very tempting...


Turning back and making our way back to the Church where we parked our car.




Had to have another look of course! I so wanted to have a peak at the lovely large garden around the house. Just to know if it was all laid out as before...


This cottage is almost opposite where I lived.


Back to the entrance of the village.



We then headed for BRIANTSPUDDLE where we stayed in a B&B



The next day we woke up to a lot of wind and rain outside. Luckily it cleared up by late morning. This meant a lot of walking and exploring but that's all my next post...

Thank you for letting me ramble on and reminisce about my past! ;-))

A bientôt!

Isabelle x