Happy 80th birthday Ted,
with love from all of us down in Worcester
hope you had a great day.
I did try to ring you but there was no reply.
Happy 80th birthday Ted,
Happy June everybody !
Have a nice sunny month.
My birthday is on the 7th May. I am going to be 9.
We went to a konfrence called ealm bible week. We woke up early every day.It was fun and I got a gift of the spirit.(Which is holly spirit.)Speaking in tongs! It was funny at the start.
First of all a very special Happy Easter to you and Jonathan and mum and dad.
I always enjoy reading what you put on the blog, especially your comments. It is lovely to have you with us.
You commented that you wanted to go see the tigers. The person who actually went there and spent time with them is your great-uncle Bob – my brother. He will be putting some more photos when he has chance.
I know a little rhyme about someone who went to see the tigers.
There was a young lady of Riga
Who went for a ride on a tiger.
They returned from the ride with the lady inside,
And a smile on the face of the tiger.
So if you do get there to see them and one of them invites you to climb on his back for a ride – BEWARE!!!
You mentioned in one of your posts that there may be some Talbots in your family that you don’t know. There certainly are and if you want to see their names you will find them if you go to www.talbotfamilyonline.org.uk which is the family record. You will find Jonathan’s name at the top as he is the youngest member of the Talbot family as far as I know. Ask your dad to help you find your way around this family web-site – it can be rather complicated at first.
Now then, how is our igloo doing? Did you manage to get it into the freezer? (Joke!!!) I guess it is looking a bit sorry for itself as a few warmer days have passed since we built it. And the snowman will be feeling a bit unhappy too as he melts. Do you think that they really do feel sad? It must be horrible to feel yourself trickling away like that.
Oh, I meant to ask you, was your second school concert on Thursday so that your godparents could attend?
We have had some more snow this morning, but it is sun-shining now and I am going to town on the bus to get some new shoes so I will stop now and get this posted.
Keep writing and commenting – I will be looking forward to reading what you say.
Much love to you all. I am looking forward to seeing you again in a few weeks.
When we become Christians Jesus automatically gives us the Holy Spirit to live inside of us. The Holy Spirit makes us know when we have done something wrong. We might feel sick to our stomach, or just get a bad feeling, that is the Holy Spirit reminding us that we are doing something wrong, or that we need to stop and say sorry and ask for forgiveness for what we’ve done
Well, it is to me anyway. It is called White Rock and is the left-unquarried remains of a limestone outcrop om the edge of the Duddon Estuary. I pass it often during my walks and usually give it a cursory glance as I do. But this morning a gentle tide was well in, the sun was shining and there wasn’t a wind to speak of so that the hundred metres or so of sand which comprises the beach at White Rock very seemed very inviting. I actually longed to have my feet on the soft sand as I have done so many times in my younger days. So I did just that and it was delicious.
Little wavelets were lapping the edge of the sand pushing ashore tiny clumps of bright green seaweed. Not one bird call was to be heard – a stark contrast with the nesting seabird colony I had passed as I walked the sea wall. It was very, very peaceful, and as I stood there enjoying it all my mind traversed back over many years and I remembered wonderful adventure-full days I had spent at White Rock. The place has not in any way changed since then. How could sand and sea rock change in a noticeable way? They change their positions and shape, but they still remain the same – sand, sea and rock. So adventure called again and my feet retraced my footsteps of days gone by to explore and find again the well-hidden secret places of White Rock. In former days I scrambled headlong over the rocks without any thought of danger or falls. But these days I go more cautiously carefully choosing my steps among the broken rock and strewn boulders – the consequence of age, not wisdom.
But the hidden treasures are still there – not so hidden really. I found the watershoot – a tunnel carved over many, many years by rough winter tides – when pounding waves threw themselves against the soft limestone and carved first a channel and then a tunnel and then an opening through which these days spent waves burst free of the limestone to emerge, geyser-like – into the fresh air in a spume of water. When the tide was still well out I used to crawl and wriggle my way through the tunnel and emerge like a wave through the limestone vent into the fresh air, but not today – again a consequence of age, not wisdom.
My family is great! I just tened to a free reader and they were so happy. I have the best grandperents ever which inklods you grandad. And maybe there are some Talbots from my family that I don’t know!
I am wishing a happy easter this year to everyone!
Hi Gabriela, Yes, you painted me that beautiful acrylic picture of my favourite dog – the Border Collie – and Jonathan you gave me a lovely red octopus with red and green and blue legs which you had made at school for me to keep – and, yes, in rushing out to catch my train I accidentally left them behind. Please keep them safe for me until I come again. Thank you.
I had a nice train journey back to Cumbria. There is no snow here but the wind is very cold. Brrrrrr! I saw loads of new-born lambs from the train on my way back. I thought that they must be feeling the cold but they didn’t seem to mind. Some of them were snuggled up against their mothers, but others were running around playing and jumping like they do when they are having fun.
I am glad that daddy got you all home safely after dropping me off. You have a wonderful mum and dad and they have two gorgeous children. (Guess who?) We had a lovely time together didn’t we, especially building that igloo. I suppose it will melt away in a day or two, but we will always remember building it just as I remember building one when I was about eight years old. The photograph of you inside the igloo drinking hut chocolate – wow!
If I see some Sherbert Lemons for sale I will bring them down with me next time I come in about seven weeks. You will have to brush your teeth after you have eaten them because they are a bit acidy (ask daddy what acidy means) but very nice. I will bring some for Pirate Jonathan too. Yo-ho-ho!
Right, I must be off now – time to wash up.
Much love to you all,
Grandad you left the picher
Its been sad without grandad. I feel lonly and lost without him.I just carn’t wayt till he comes agin!
…But grandad diden’t sleep in the igloo!…
It is time for grandad to go. We had great fun together i am going to miss him and im shore he will miss me too.I carnt wayt tillgrandad comes again.