It’s the end of another year; New Year fireworks have been going off since darkness fell around 4.30pm and Holly is enjoying a bark every time she hears a bang.
I’ve never been that keen on wild new year celebrations; I always get a bit maudlin. As Robert Burns wrote: “And forward, though I canna see, I guess an’ fear.” Of course, no-one quotes that at new year’s eve, they’re all too busy singing Auld Lang Syne.
I’m not normally a pessimist (and I’m not one now either). I don’t like to presume 2016 will be a good year, but I very much hope that it will be. So, instead of spoiling someone’s party with such serious melancholy, it’s best that I stay home and perhaps use my time constructively to write in my blog.
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Lucy and I at La Plagne |
2015 has certainly been an eventful year. It began with a fantastic skiing holiday in Sainte-Foy with Margaret, Sam and Lucy. Sam had booked the chalet and it was a fantastic place, my skiing was good by my modest standards and as well as Sainte-Foy, I also skied at La Rosiere (and into Italy) and La Plagne. Comedy moment of the holiday was skiing off the piste on the way down into Italy and ending up buried in soft powder snow. Crash of the week was a little incident on a half-pipe in La Plagne!
As soon as we were back, there was exciting news that Tom and Lucia were having a baby - our first grandchild. The 12-week scan was done and baby due in July. It seems so strange looking back that Julia wasn't around - how do you go (in one year) from being nothing to become such a large part of our lives.
Of course, that's what babies do. In January, Julia was just a due date, something that would happen in July. We didn't have a name, we didn't know if she was a boy or a girl ... Lucia completed her Masters at LSE, got an extension for her dissertation and bought the biggest, old-fashioned pink pram that you've ever seen (we knew by then that Julia would be a girl).
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Christmas 2015 selfie with Julia and I (she looks a little worried). |
The name Julia was chosen before her birth to mark her as a July baby. As it happened, she arrived a little early on June 26, but she remained Julia, there was no move to call her June instead. She took the middle name Elena, after her great grandmother, Luisa Elena Cadena Gallo, who will be 100 in February.
There was a scare when she had to return to hospital with jaundice, but she was soon healthy and thriving. She was (and is) a happy, hungry baby.
March was a busy month. The earth was waking up again after winter and there was plenty to do at the allotment, where I have managed to cultivate half the plot so far. I have enjoyed having so much land to grow vegetables, but it is a lot of work and will increase during the summer. March was also busy because I had agreed to take on the job of producing the village magazine, The Thorney Post.
The previous editor, Irene Brookes, is in her mid-80s and has struggled to get a magazine out each time. She will stay on as treasurer, which is really helpful and she's also around for advice regarding contacts, advertisers, printers, etc. For my first edition, there was plenty of news, due to planning proposals and tribunals relating to wind turbines. Next to gypsies, nothing galvanises a community like a wind-farm.
I redesigned the magazine, added more news and increased the story count; in December I changed the printer and added full colour throughout. I also dropped the policy of always having an image of the church on the front page. People do approach me in the street and tell me how much they enjoy the magazine (which is nice, but won't continue much longer) and I also had a letter from the Parish Council after the December edition came out, saying how much the magazine had improved and thanking me for my work. My plan now is to get more people involved in its production - I don't want to be like Irene, still doing it on my own at 85.
In June, we had a week in Jersey with Sam and Lucy. We stayed at the Royal Yacht hotel and had a nice time, mainly walking and eating. It has turned out to be a big year for them - Sam bought into the practice, so he's committed himself to live in Jersey for his working life. In September, they also announced that Lucy is pregnant, so this March we'll have a second grandchild - a grandson in fact. Finally, they bought a house in November in a parish called St Lawrence - quite a year's work.
In July, I had a greenhouse erected. It had been on order for six or eight weeks and I'd had to do a fair bit of work to get the ground prepared and base in place. The work started with removing the three big conifers which had stood at the end of the patio. I had them taken down and then I ground down the stumps with a stump-grinder (logically enough). I then discovered the plot wasn't quite big enough, so we had to rebuild a retaining wall a little higher and on a new radius and create a circular base with a drain hole in the middle.
I'm really pleased with the greenhouse. It's eight-sided (octagonal) in wood, stained green. We had to complain because the tongue and groove boards were not knocked in properly, but they came and replaced all those. We grew chilli peppers, cucumbers and tomatoes.
I've always wanted a greenhouse, so it's fantastic to have one at long last. The allotment is bearing fruit, we've had a crop of apples, courgettes, broad beans, runner beans and peas. Carrots, beetroot, parsnips and brassicas are also on the menu. There were disappointments - it was a very dry spring and early summer, so germination of some things was patchy, the Ecuardorian corn needed more sun, water and space, so we'll understand that better for this year, also my onions developed white rot, a fungal disease, which means I may not be able to grow them easily in future. I'm going to try some sets on the other side of the plot in 2016.
There have been three moves this year, first was Max's, then Sam and finally Tom. Max had decided on a career change; he gave up teaching in July to return to university. He wants a career with something to do with the environment, so is doing a Master’s in environmental studies at Leicester. He and Inna have moved back in with Marina and Michael (Inna's parents). In August, I hired a large van and we packed their belongings in Penge and took some to Wigston and some to Thorney. Apart from their clothes, which are in Wigston, there is furniture and belongings at Inna's parents', our house and loft and in my sister's garage.
Sam's move didn't impact on us. I think it's the first move where I haven't lifted a single settee. Their furniture had been stored at Lucy's parents' second home in Ramsgate and they hired a removal company to ship it all across to Jersey in a container and into their new home.
I went across for a week in November to help with some decorating. It was nice to paint what will be the baby's room; we also did the lounger/diner, the hall and stairs. They have a nice house in St Lawrence, which is just outside St Helier. It has a sea view from the upper floors and a nice position and garden, which is south-facing and will be a sun trap in summer.
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New, bolder colour for the hall. |
The house has been much changed. It started life as a two-storey, flat-roofed building and has been converted into three storeys by adding a floor on top, plus a pitched roof. There's lots of room and the house has a massive bedroom/bathroom and balcony on the top floor.
Tom was the last house move. He has been living in Sydenham Hill in a flat in a lovely old house, but the rent (over £2,000 per month) was a killer. They decided to move north, into Herfordshire, and found a nice two-storey, two-bedroom home in an old maltings in Baldock. I know Baldock a little from attending business meetings with a data company we considered buying. It's a nice town, quite pretty (not Stamford pretty), but very nice. The A1 once ran through the town and it would have been a coaching stop. Many of the larger houses have courtyards and arches through to what would have been stables. There are lots of pubs, some restaurants, shops, a library and a knitting shop.
There was a bit of a glitch with move dates, which meant Tom and Lucy had to move out of London a week before they could move into Baldock. We solved the problem by moving them to Thorney for a week. We managed to cram everything into our spare room and my sister's garage (thank goodness for Auntie's garage) and it was nice to have them around. The following weekend, we hired another van and moved them to Baldock.
We were lucky to be able to park almost outside and their house is really nice; well decorated and modern, but with nice features.
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In the square at Loos |
In September Max and I went to Loos in northern France to visit the battlefield where my grandfather Little went into action for the first time in 1915. The First World War is not short of hellish battles and, in many ways, Loos was just one more. To think my grandfather lived through it and to walk and cycle across land where he was shelled, machine-gunned and sniped was quite special.
That was also the month of Julia’s Christening (September 27) in Peterborough Cathedral. It was nice that Lucy’s mother Nidia was able to come across for a couple of weeks either side of the event. Emilia had been here for some weeks before, helping out with Julia and, soon after Nidia left for Ecuador, Emilia returned with Lucy and Julia in tow so that Julia could be shown off to her Ecuadorian relations. Already Julia is better travelled than I am!
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Christening (with godparents) in Peterborough Cathedral |