We had planned several mini-breaks in England this summer. They all seemed a good idea back in June, when the sun was shining. Who needs to go abroad when it's beautiful here?
I set off on Tuesday with the kids to go camping with my sister and her 3. We had planned to go up to Grassington, a beautiful spot in the Yorkshire Dales, with a lovely camp site on the edge of a river.

We got as far as my sister's house in Hebden Bridge only to make the executive decision to not go camping. Not only were showers forecast, but so were torrential downpours. This wasn't the week to go camping.
After the initial disappointment from the children, we made the best of it. We lit a campfire in the garden, we went walking through the beautiful Hardcastle Crags, had BBQs (albeit cooked on the grill inside!) and generally had lots of fun.
It felt like a great break for a city girl and her family, as the view from my sister's house over the Dales is simply stunning. Not quite camping, but an adventure nonetheless.
Next week we are in Cookham Dean, near Marlow. Please cross your fingers for the weather being slightly more continental.






One of the things on the list was to blog. I've done a couple of pathetic 'hi, I'm pretending to be here' posts over the weekend, but I was aware that I've been keeping a bit of a low profile here. So that needed to be put straight.
So last night whilst twittering away to some of you lovely people (thanks for keeping me company!) I finished off her second cushion. I'd given her a glimpse of the first. She loved it. She said she'd like the second one to match but not identical. Well, duh.
I'm really pleased with how the second one (below) has come out. I was really pleased with the first, but like anything I seem to do, somehow the second of something seems to progress, in a good way, from what has come first. It's almost as if the first was the experiment.
