The Bristol knittivity has become a familiar sight in shopping centres around Bristol just before Christmas. However I thought you might be interested in the story behind its creation. A few years ago a group of friends who worked at St. Teresa’s catholic school in Horfield, Bristol started a knitting group called the knutty knitters. When Christine, one of the group became ill with cancer and sadly died her friends decided to do something to raise funds for St. Peter’s hospice where she had spent her last weeks. St. Peter’s hospice is the only adult hospice in Bristol and each year they care for about 2,500 patients. Care is provided free of charge but the hospice costs about £20,000 a day to run. About £15,000 of this comes from legacies, donations and shop purchases. Continue reading “The Bristol knittivity”
Wells is England’s smallest city yet there is a great deal to see from the huge gothic cathedral to the bishop’s palace
Sightseeing in Wells, England’s smallest city
Anyone who is following this blog knows that I earn some pocket money by mystery shopping. Last week I was asked to go to Wells to buy some chocolate ice cream. My husband came with me and we had a good lunch at the Quarter Jack and visited the first world war exhibition in the museum. We both love Wells so I have written a few notes and taken some photos to encourage you to visit. Continue reading “A day out in Wells”
I got the idea for this post from a cyber exchange with an American blogger. She wrote a post about things she loves about the fall. At the end she asked her readers ” what do you love about the fall?” I answered “burning the guy on bonfire night”. She quickly sent back a shocked reply asking “is there a typo in your comment?”
I was a child of the baby boom generation born just after the war. Growing up I remember large bomb sites in the centre of Bristol in particular the area around Castle Park which was covered with grass and purple buddleia. My husband who is older than me can even remember going into air raid shelters to escape the blitz and the big street parties which marked V.E. day in 1945.
However when I saw a walk advertised on the “Walk in the past” website “the Bristol Blitz,” I realised I did not know very much about the actual details of the blitz itself. My mother who was a teacher had taken evacuees to Cornwall and my father lived near Bath so they had not experienced it directly. Continue reading “The Bristol Blitz – A walk in the past”
My husband and I are members of the National trust. For any one who is unfamiliar with the National Trust it is the organisation which looks after many stately homes and gardens as well as large swathes of countryside in England. It is a charity and membership fees help pay for conservation and upkeep of the property and land. It is also possible to pay an individual admission fee to each property.