As we tidy up the November garden we cut the last of the flowers and bring them into the house to make posies. The lavender bush was trimmed and the flower heads hung in a paper bag ready to make lavender bags. I shall cut up some old net curtains and find some ribbon trim, but at the moment I shake the paper bag every so often and enjoy the lavender perfume in the kitchen.
These November days are proving to be quiet ones when we're fortunate to be able to choose to stay indoors or go out for a few hours before the grandchildren return from school. There are days when we have our home projects to occupy us. There's less to do in the garden and allotment for DH and instead we plan to do some painting and decorating.
Some furniture has been passed down to us either when we returned from living in Italy or inherited from my mother and, therefore, of sentimental value, but I've been thinking of stripping the brown varnish off one particular piece - a dresser - and painting it. I think we shall go to a specialist decor shop to get some advice this week. If we do anything with the dresser I'll show you the result!
Here is the rest of our time spent around Bradfield Dale on Thursday. Low Bradfield is a pretty place to walk around and is just as popular with visitors as residence because of the streams that feed into the River Loxley and the dams, the playing fields, cricket pitch and community centre events. Our grandchildren often go to the Saturday movie event for children and I like to browse around the arts and crafts fairs that are held there.
I've shown the village store before. I've included this because as the cyclist went up the hilly lane to High Bradfield I thought of the plans that the nearby villages, including our own, are making for next year's Tour de France which is coming to Yorkshire and passing through the lanes where we live. Every community centre and other village facility has been asked to welcome the teams that will be coming to our area and provide refreshments and other support.
After sitting and looking at the view on the road to Ughill Heights I walked down the hill to take a closer look at the cattle who obviously wanted to take a closer look at me. Then we went on along the bottom road, passed the narrow end of Damflask Reservoir and then had a walk around the path by the wide expanse of water before returning home.