To where? She wondered when she saw that all the trailers and the big tent have gone. There is just the open space with not a sign left to show that the circus had ever been there.
They went on Saturday afternoon, it was a treat for Rebecca's birthday and she, along with her elder sister Georgia, four school friends, their mother, Tereza, and my mama went to see the Moscow State Circus.
There were no animal acts, the acts were of people doing extraordinarily clever things. The opening act was an acrobat / contortionist who was a marvel at getting his body to go into amaazing (deliberate spelling error) positions!
So that was Saturday, yesterday she went 'sarf of the river' to Brixton to rendezvous with Debbie of Ellie's Dairy.
She is a naughty woman that Debbie, she has got her 'hooked' on making fresh Kefir with her raw Goat milk, talk about scrummydumptious! And it makes her tummy behave, this is a major plus as her tummy misbehaves given half a chance, if the wind blows sideways or the wrong way at her.
The street where the Brixton Farmer's Market is located, each Sunday from 10.00am until 2.00pm, is directly opposite the old Bon Marche store, very close to Brixton Underground Station.
It was a lovely day yesterday, warm with a bit of a breeze, they sat, when not serving customers, on the big milk chiller boxes, drank coffee and ate Moroccan food, what a treat.
She had taken Debbie a packet of Lebanese Seven Spice Mix, a tub of CousCous Spices, a bottle of her own home-made Vanilla Essence (this has been brewing since June 16th, 2011!), a just-dug up fresh Garlic and a weird looking Shallot.
She considers it her role in life to keep her friends, who do not have such easy access to all of the wonderful food shops that she frequents, supplied and stocked with delicious edible goodies.
Barberries, White Mulberries, Freekeh, Sumac, Zatar (she lurves this), especially as this particular friend is a vegetarian.
Pack up, time to go, this was very quick, Debbie fetched her van, loaded it up and off the two friends went, Debbie back to the farm and she to catch a bus up to Streatham Hill to go and see how the newly refurbished basement is coming along in her friends' shop, most of the stock is now on shelves downstairs.. it is lots of work.. expensive.. time consuming work!
Then it really was time to go home, poor old Wicker Wheelie was creaking a bit as he rolled along beside her, he was carrying a huge bucket which was full to the brim of bottles of goat's milk (eighteen pints) and a large tub of that delicious curd cheese which we both love so much.
Dear Wicker Wheelie, for she could never carry anything like the amount of stuff he carries for her so amiably.
BumpBump, down the stairs they came, I flew to the coat hooks in the hall to greet them. Wow, such a lot of milk!
She has several massive glass jars with screw lids, they originally held baby artichokes, she got them from our local Italian Delicatessen, they hold just over eight pints of fluid and they are absolutely the perfect containers for making Kefir.
They were washed and sterilised again, the new milk emptied into them, the Kefir Grains were taken out of the fridge where they had been waiting for their new milk and they were put into the jars, which will now sit out of the fridge for anywhere between twenty four to seventy two hours, to 'brew' for as Debbie said "it all depends on each batch and how fermented you like it".
Today was a glorious early morning and before the sun was even really up and about his business, she had watered all the plants outside and decided to go to the garden to make the two new beds.
It used to be a large single bed, she has enlarged it and made a path up the middle, this allows her access to a lovely rose tree and to have two raised beds.
They were dug over, de-stoned and weeded, then the contents of two big bags of well rotted horse manure were spread over the beds.
There are courgette and patty pan squash plants at home waiting to be planted out, they love horse manure and will do well in these beds.
What are not doing well are her climbing beans!
When was she there last? Not many days ago but between then and today, slimy slug and his evil brothers have decimated all of the bean plants! All that are left are some pathetic stalks looking very bereft and completely leafless. Grrrrr.
They have not gone for the peas, only the french and the runner beans.. which we both love.. grrr.
But a most peculiarly nice thing has happened. We wrote about the raspberries growing so well and showing signs of a good crop. Well, today she saw that there were a few of both the red and the gold / yellow varieties ready to be picked!
So she did and brought them home to show me, normally she eats them straight off the canes, so I have never ever actually seen one of the golden ones before.
So, has summer been and gone in the past two or three days? For these raspberries should not be ready for picking until late August, they are the 'Autumn' raspberries, what are they doing being ready to pick in the second week of June?
Glorious day, sunshine, very quiet, there were a couple of other people working their plots but no time to sit and chat and drink coffee, everyone is very busy-busy at this time of year.
At five of the after noon clock, she was tired and done.
Tools away, herbs and four large artichokes were picked, a mixed bunch of peonies were cut and put into a bucket of water, she collected a bit pot for Tereza's lilac and, having locked up shed, she and Wicker Wheelie trundled their way to the bus stop.
What a lovely day but still even more lovely things were going to happen!
A bowl of cold freekeh with barberries and some cold chicken cut her pangs of hunger whilst a large, very fresh artichoke boiled in a pot along with the leaves and the long stem cut into fat chunks.
She eats the leaves and the artichoke, I eat the stem. I love this. Very tasty and good for me, I am sure.
Tomorrow is a volunteer work day, then she will go straight to the garden to pick herbs and branches of rosemary, for tomorrow she is, after a gap of fifty years, going to talk to a Goat.
No.. she has not lost the or any other plot, she last spoke to a goat, her Goat Victoria, in 1964, that was fifty years ago. Debbie is bring a trailer full of goaty folk up to Hayes on Wednesday and she is going there to meet Husky and her friends.
Taking a bag of rosemary for them as a treat.. as you do.. when you haven't spoken to a goat for so long.
Then she has to go to Bartek in Streatham to pick us up some human goodies for the week.
There are three packages that have to go to our local Post Office, she has to collect a package from Mail Box Etc and a delivery has to go up to Piccadilly, all in all, it is shaping up to be a busy week folks and she has to, at some point in time, plant out the remainder of the seedlings that are tucked away at home.
The good news is that, as she is tapping this, some blissful soft rain is falling! After these two hot and sunny days, we need this and it is perfect for the two new beds which have just been dug over and covered with manure.
Time for me to go to bed. It is nearly a quarter to ten, this is way past my bed time and she is not far behind me I think.
PipPip.. Dear Readers.. PipPip.
GeeGee Parrot.
June 9th, 2014.
They went on Saturday afternoon, it was a treat for Rebecca's birthday and she, along with her elder sister Georgia, four school friends, their mother, Tereza, and my mama went to see the Moscow State Circus.
There were no animal acts, the acts were of people doing extraordinarily clever things. The opening act was an acrobat / contortionist who was a marvel at getting his body to go into amaazing (deliberate spelling error) positions!
So that was Saturday, yesterday she went 'sarf of the river' to Brixton to rendezvous with Debbie of Ellie's Dairy.
She is a naughty woman that Debbie, she has got her 'hooked' on making fresh Kefir with her raw Goat milk, talk about scrummydumptious! And it makes her tummy behave, this is a major plus as her tummy misbehaves given half a chance, if the wind blows sideways or the wrong way at her.
The street where the Brixton Farmer's Market is located, each Sunday from 10.00am until 2.00pm, is directly opposite the old Bon Marche store, very close to Brixton Underground Station.
It was a lovely day yesterday, warm with a bit of a breeze, they sat, when not serving customers, on the big milk chiller boxes, drank coffee and ate Moroccan food, what a treat.
She had taken Debbie a packet of Lebanese Seven Spice Mix, a tub of CousCous Spices, a bottle of her own home-made Vanilla Essence (this has been brewing since June 16th, 2011!), a just-dug up fresh Garlic and a weird looking Shallot.
She considers it her role in life to keep her friends, who do not have such easy access to all of the wonderful food shops that she frequents, supplied and stocked with delicious edible goodies.
Barberries, White Mulberries, Freekeh, Sumac, Zatar (she lurves this), especially as this particular friend is a vegetarian.
Pack up, time to go, this was very quick, Debbie fetched her van, loaded it up and off the two friends went, Debbie back to the farm and she to catch a bus up to Streatham Hill to go and see how the newly refurbished basement is coming along in her friends' shop, most of the stock is now on shelves downstairs.. it is lots of work.. expensive.. time consuming work!
Then it really was time to go home, poor old Wicker Wheelie was creaking a bit as he rolled along beside her, he was carrying a huge bucket which was full to the brim of bottles of goat's milk (eighteen pints) and a large tub of that delicious curd cheese which we both love so much.
Dear Wicker Wheelie, for she could never carry anything like the amount of stuff he carries for her so amiably.
BumpBump, down the stairs they came, I flew to the coat hooks in the hall to greet them. Wow, such a lot of milk!
She has several massive glass jars with screw lids, they originally held baby artichokes, she got them from our local Italian Delicatessen, they hold just over eight pints of fluid and they are absolutely the perfect containers for making Kefir.
They were washed and sterilised again, the new milk emptied into them, the Kefir Grains were taken out of the fridge where they had been waiting for their new milk and they were put into the jars, which will now sit out of the fridge for anywhere between twenty four to seventy two hours, to 'brew' for as Debbie said "it all depends on each batch and how fermented you like it".
Today was a glorious early morning and before the sun was even really up and about his business, she had watered all the plants outside and decided to go to the garden to make the two new beds.
It used to be a large single bed, she has enlarged it and made a path up the middle, this allows her access to a lovely rose tree and to have two raised beds.
They were dug over, de-stoned and weeded, then the contents of two big bags of well rotted horse manure were spread over the beds.
There are courgette and patty pan squash plants at home waiting to be planted out, they love horse manure and will do well in these beds.
What are not doing well are her climbing beans!
When was she there last? Not many days ago but between then and today, slimy slug and his evil brothers have decimated all of the bean plants! All that are left are some pathetic stalks looking very bereft and completely leafless. Grrrrr.
They have not gone for the peas, only the french and the runner beans.. which we both love.. grrr.
But a most peculiarly nice thing has happened. We wrote about the raspberries growing so well and showing signs of a good crop. Well, today she saw that there were a few of both the red and the gold / yellow varieties ready to be picked!
So she did and brought them home to show me, normally she eats them straight off the canes, so I have never ever actually seen one of the golden ones before.
So, has summer been and gone in the past two or three days? For these raspberries should not be ready for picking until late August, they are the 'Autumn' raspberries, what are they doing being ready to pick in the second week of June?
Glorious day, sunshine, very quiet, there were a couple of other people working their plots but no time to sit and chat and drink coffee, everyone is very busy-busy at this time of year.
At five of the after noon clock, she was tired and done.
Tools away, herbs and four large artichokes were picked, a mixed bunch of peonies were cut and put into a bucket of water, she collected a bit pot for Tereza's lilac and, having locked up shed, she and Wicker Wheelie trundled their way to the bus stop.
What a lovely day but still even more lovely things were going to happen!
A bowl of cold freekeh with barberries and some cold chicken cut her pangs of hunger whilst a large, very fresh artichoke boiled in a pot along with the leaves and the long stem cut into fat chunks.
She eats the leaves and the artichoke, I eat the stem. I love this. Very tasty and good for me, I am sure.
Tomorrow is a volunteer work day, then she will go straight to the garden to pick herbs and branches of rosemary, for tomorrow she is, after a gap of fifty years, going to talk to a Goat.
No.. she has not lost the or any other plot, she last spoke to a goat, her Goat Victoria, in 1964, that was fifty years ago. Debbie is bring a trailer full of goaty folk up to Hayes on Wednesday and she is going there to meet Husky and her friends.
Taking a bag of rosemary for them as a treat.. as you do.. when you haven't spoken to a goat for so long.
Then she has to go to Bartek in Streatham to pick us up some human goodies for the week.
There are three packages that have to go to our local Post Office, she has to collect a package from Mail Box Etc and a delivery has to go up to Piccadilly, all in all, it is shaping up to be a busy week folks and she has to, at some point in time, plant out the remainder of the seedlings that are tucked away at home.
The good news is that, as she is tapping this, some blissful soft rain is falling! After these two hot and sunny days, we need this and it is perfect for the two new beds which have just been dug over and covered with manure.
Time for me to go to bed. It is nearly a quarter to ten, this is way past my bed time and she is not far behind me I think.
PipPip.. Dear Readers.. PipPip.
GeeGee Parrot.
June 9th, 2014.
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