slow lane life

Slow Lane Life can now be found here: Slow Lane Life III.  To move with us, click HERE .

Oooh, this is nerve-wracking....... I've just started a new blog on Wordpress, and this one will be mothballed, but remain loved (by ...

Thank you all for the supportive/informative/encouraging comments. So nice of you, and I'm truly grateful, but why aren't you sitti...

I seem to have been struck dumb, blogwise. My Picasa/Google/Blogger situation is such a mess, and while I know that many other people hav...

After our very little scare with our very little brook the other night, I was catapulted abruptly into a harsher view of flooding while watc...

That's us. I wish Blogger would let me show you the photographs of what we had to put in place last night. Sandbags, large sacks of John...

It's all much worse than I thought.....  Something bad has happened inside my iMac. Picasa (the photo thingy that I used before iPhot...

I'll be back when Blogger stops telling me I'm out of space for photos. (It does this occasionally, trying to make me buy more s...

For those of you still on the chalk paint journey with me, here are the results of the experiment I conducted. For those of you who are...

Recently, I posted about my knotty pine bedroom and how I was painting it. Here it is today. We think it's an improvement. ...

An impromptu drive across misty Exmoor today to Barnstaple.  It always rains when we visit Barnstaple, and today was no exception. En route...

In all that ridiculous maternal button-bursting the other day, I omitted shamefully to mention or show the Lovely Son's other partner -...

Oh yes.... eating for Britain in South London. The Lovely Son and Mexican girlfriend C have moved - bravely, given their independent natur...

I wanted to tell you all about our two days in London visiting these two, and eating for Britain, but no time; instead, lookee here! This...

Yoghurt pot has two lids.  Remove both, carefully. The inner lid is plastic too. If dropped accidentally on the floor, a gre...

The Gardener is online, listening with great enjoyment to someone playing a harp. I can't abide the harp. I happened to mention ...

In my hall, betwixt wall and ceiling, lives a little spider with its cocoon.  At least, I hope it lives; it doesn't seem to move much. ...