Feeling Out of Sorts

There seem to be a lot of things that are just getting to me a bit at the moment. And I’m sure that any one of them, on their own, wouldn’t faze me. Even a handful of them wouldn’t faze me. Indeed haven’t fazed me, until now. Here’s the list!! My parents are slowly beginning…

10 Benefits of Volunteering

I used to be a volunteer with the National Trust until life got in the way and I had to get a proper job. I still do it when I can, and I still miss it a lot. I wrote about it for my column at 60 & Me. My posts for them have to…

Scaffolding, silverfish and sponges

I spent yesterday and the day before taking guided tours around East Riddlseden Hall, and talking to visitors about the conservation work that we do over the winter. More happens in the house when it’s closed than when it’s open!! As you know, my husband left back in February. It’s meant that many things have…

Scones and Celebrities

It’s late, I’m knackered, I doubt if I’ll ever dry out, my feet ache, and I will never be a camper. BUT – I’ve had a hell of a good time at CountryFile Live at Castle Howard yesterday and today. This post is shorter than normal, and later than normal – I’ve been a bit…

The End of the Seventeenth Century

In February 2016 I was earning next to nothing in a job that was causing me a great deal of stress. So we discussed it, my husband and I: a proper grown-up discussion. He got me to put into words what it was that I enjoyed about the job, and in fact why I felt…

It Tastes Just Like Butter

I mentioned in a previous post (‘Bunnies, ducklings, and sensible shoes’) that I volunteer with the National Trust (other heritage charities are available). For those of you not based in the UK (and there’s an increasing number of you – I’ve had visitors to my little corner of the internet from Australia, Canada, the US,…

Bunnies, ducklings and sensible shoes

With all the talk in my last post about what exactly middle-age is – and what it’s not – I wanted to tell you about my work as a National Trust volunteer… It seems to be a natural career progression for people who were teachers – at some point we become National Trust room guides…