Love’s young dream

You stole my heart long, long ago,

I never dreamt that our love could end.

We were young,

and so in love.

Now, years have passed,

and we’ve grown old.

I never dreamt our love could fade,

until that sunny September day.

My heart melted a trillion times,

each time you held my hand in yours.

So many times we took that stroll,

hand in hand beneath the sun.

‘Twas on that day,

I sighed so deeply.

It darn near took my breath away.

My heart beat fast,

and thumped hard inside my chest.

 How silly was I,

to think that I could be your one true love, ’til we die.

She passed us by,

I watched it all.

Your eyes held hers far too long,

that sexy pink smile she gave right back.

I lost you that day to someone else,

and now our love is forever gone.

Shocked into silence, I walked beside you,

my invisible cloak hid my pain.

A pretty smile,

your held gaze.

For you, my true love, were far too busy to see that you’d broken my heart on that September day.

A poem by moi, Caz Greenham ❤️

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sub-zero spring & our wildlife!

A chill wind sweeps across the hilly South Devon landscape (where I live), causing me to shiver and shudder on my early morning dog walk with my two cocker spaniels. As we head down the winding road towards the sea, my eyes weep at the mercy of the coldest winds hitting me in the face. My dogs’ ears look ready to take off as they flap about. Lucy and Rosie stay warm and cosy inside their thermal winter dog coats. Yes, well, I’m wrapped up for winter even though it is supposed to be spring. I can feel my colourful bobble atop my woolly hat bobbing this way and then that. My pink giraffe scarf wrapped several times round my neck is also keeping half my face warm. If one has asthma, as I do, we’re often told to keep a scarf over our mouth to keep cold air out and warm air in; hence, stopping (hopefully) an asthma attack.

pexels-photo-963063.jpegpexels-photo-418831.jpegWe arrive at the Battery Gardens overlooking the sea. Lucy and Rosie enjoy a run-about off their leads beneath the canopy of the tall tress, while I enjoy time off from the cold winds and take in the ambience of gardens natural beauty. A quick look out to sea, and not a ship in sight. Too rough even for the bravest sailors. Not long, and we’re heading home; this time the howling cold winds are blowing behind us and giving us a push upwards and along the pathway.

light-nature-vintage-tree.jpgIn the garden, the flowerbeds are looking sorry for themselves. My eyes scan the full bird feeders hanging on my gold coloured tall lamp-post in the corner. I’ve always fed the wildlife.

By now I would have expected to see all four types of early spring butterfly; the small tortoiseshell, peacock, comma and brimstone. So far, I haven’t spotted any at all.

Spring 2018 has thus far been a desolate one, and today those fluttering beauties will all be hunkered down, wishing they had never come out from their winter hide-holes.

Overall, it feels more like February than Eastertime. My winter clothes won’t be put away just yet.

On a lighter note, it’s lovely to have longer hours of daylight. March is one of my favourite times of year, even if it still feels like winter outside.

The Met Office uses March 1 as the official start of spring. Astronomers choose the spring equinox on March 21. Meanwhile, for most ordinary folk, the clocks going forward – as they did last weekend – is the most reliable indicator that winter is on its way out. Yet, despite all those milestones having passed, Mother Nature still doesn’t seem to have got the message.

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#Spring has Sprung

The clocks have gone forward. I’ve seen narcissi, crocuses, even daffodils. Like sap, my hopes are rising. My S.A.D (winter depression) has finally diminished. **Smiles**

Could last weekend’s plummeting temperatures have been the final door slam of that long, cold winter? About blooming time!

Most of the country had snow. Our devon garden looked pretty wearing its glossy, white overcoat. The snow was powdery. Dogs loved to pee on it. But, they didn’t stay outside any longer than necessary. I didn’t venture outside at all, except to bag up ‘dog-poo’. Temperatures were freezing. And, so cold was the weather that my pretty pink Devon Palm went to Tree Heaven!

I took a few photos:

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#PancakeDay 2018 Shrove Tuesday ~ I made 8 fantastical pancakes. Drop by and take a look.

Sharing my Gran’s recipe with you today. Why? Gran gained a Diploma in Baking back in the day. Pancakes (she could toss them high without them sticking to the ceiling) as well as her Sunday fruit cake, were the envy of all her family and friends.

Gran’s perfect pancakes: (If you’re making lots of pancakes, as I do, you might want to double the amount of flour and milk)

Ingredients

  • 100g plain flour (4ozs ~ in old money)
  • 2 eggs
  • 300ml semi-skimmed milk (just over 1/2 pint)
  • 1 tsp oil for frying. (Gran used solid white lard)
  • pinch salt

Method

  1. Put the flour and a pinch of salt into a large mixing bowl. Make a well in the centre and crack the eggs into the middle. Pour in about 50ml milk. Start whisking/stirring from the centre, gradually drawing the flour into the eggs, and milk. Once all the flour is incorporated, beat until you have a smooth, thick paste. Add a little more milk if it is too stiff to beat.
  2. Add a good splash of milk and whisk to loosen the thick batter. While still whisking, pour in a steady stream of the remaining milk. Continue pouring and whisking until you have a batter that is the consistency of slightly thick single cream. (Yes, I get lumps too…it doesn’t matter).
  3. Heat the frying pan over a moderate heat, then wipe it with oiled kitchen paper, or add a drop of oil. The pan should be really HOT at this point. Ladle some batter into the pan, tilting the pan to move the mixture around for a thin and even layer. If you’ve added too much mixture, quickly pour any excess batter into a jug, return the pan to the heat, then leave to cook, undisturbed, for about 30 secs. Pour the excess batter from the jug back into the mixing bowl. If the pan is the right temperature, the pancake should turn golden underneath after about 30 secs and will be ready to turn.
  4. Hold the pan handle, ease a palette knife under the pancake, then quickly lift and flip it over. Make sure the pancake is lying flat against the base of the pan with no folds, then cook for another 30 secs before turning out onto a warm plate (or FLIP into the air, if you’re brave enough). Continue with the rest of the batter, serving them as you cook or stack onto a plate. You can freeze the pancakes for 1 month, wrapped in cling film or make them up to a day ahead.

I’ll post photos of my pancakes on the day, so pop back. Better still, follow my website/blog and you’ll receive updates as they occur. I’m looking forward to hearing about your pancake experience.

Cazzy xx

February 13th, teatime at ours, and, I’m back in the room. A few photos of my pancakes 🥞 as previously promised. I doubled the flour and milk: we all love Granny’s pancakes! I made 8 pancakes 🥞 but I’m no good at ‘tossing’ them 😂 And by golly they tasted fantastical.

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How did your pancakes turn out? I’d love to hear from you.

Cazzy xx

 

Robins. The #Winter garden cutie

On a cold, not-so-sunny, winter’s morning, few sights lift my spirits quite as much as a robin hopping across the garden showing off its beautiful red breast.

Now and then it’ll fly up to a post and sing its delightful song, cheering me even more. I’m a sufferer of SAD (winter depression) so when creatures great and small visit my garden they always manage to bring about a warm smile to my face, and lift those winter blues and feelings of doom and gloom. I will quickly add, I’ve been taking a regular small daily dose of Vitamin D since March: (a) I didn’t get my usual October heavy cold and cough (b) winter depression didn’t kick in during October as it usually does, but, was delayed until December. In my opinion, this supplement has certainly helped me a lot.

Robins look to us for sustenance during cold spells, as their natural food of earthworms and other invertebrates can be hard to find. We feed birds all year round making sure the wild birdseed hanging containers are always topped up. Ours are squirrel-proof! Sorry if you’re a squirrel lover!

Most gardeners will agree, robins have struck up an extraordinary relationship with humans and will boldly perch on a bucket edge or spade handle ready to pick up worms that have been unearthed. They have such pretty eyes. These little birds are fearsome fighters with glorious voices and which, all too often, have a sadly short lifespan. They readily chase off blackbirds, sparrows, and tantalise my 2 cocker spaniels by hopping along the six foot tall wooden fence ~ chase me, why don’t you! My dogs love the banter too.

Our love of robins and habit of feeding them in our gardens goes back a rather long way according to legend.

Back in the sixth century, Saint Serf of Fife (most famous for slaying a dragon terrorising people near Loch Lomond) was apparently the first person to start feeding them.. His friends were so jealous they killed the bird, but fortunately it was brought back to life. I love a good ending, don’t you?

Stories about feeding robins are common because they are legendary for their tameness, and one of the few wild birds that will take food from the hand. I remember way back to when I was only about five or six years old, and my dad telling me to hold out my hand keeping my palm facing upward and flat. He would then place a few wriggly mealworms onto my hand. Well, as a little girl who loved to play in the dirt and have a strange fascination for huge long fat worms, that wasn’t a problem at all. I still rescue worms in the garden when they stray onto the patio. Yep, I pick them up by my fingers just as I did as a child and carefully put them back onto the garden. Some things never change. Teaching children to be kind to animals as well as creatures great and small was instilled into me at a very young age. My older brother would often rescue a frozen blackbird and bring it into the warm kitchen. Mother would make it a bed of straw or newspaper inside a cardboard box. Then, using a small glass dropper that she normally kept for putting olive oil into our ears to soften ear wax, she carefully applied a single drop of my dad’s best Christmas brandy onto its frozen beak. In no time at all, it’s eyes would open. Lastly, it’s wings would begin to thaw. I would always watch from afar: the bird would then hop round the warm kitchen delighted to be still alive. Only when it had thawed out fully would it be allowed back outside. The following day, we would do the same rescue for a frozen thrush or blackbird. I was five, and my brother would have been about eight at the time.

In the Twenties, former Foreign Secretary Edward Grey taught a robin to take food from his hand. He wrote about it in a best-seller, The Charm of Birds.

Recently, naturalist Hugh Warwick hand-tamed a robin in a few days. After a while, the bird would even come inside his home to beg for food, making him wonder who was in charge in their relationship. I could never do that…my eldest cocker spaniel is a bird fancier for all the wrong reasons!

We English love our robins. Two years ago it won a BBC television Springwatch poll to choose the UK’s national bird.

Robins used to nest in our evergreen holly bush, back in the fifties when I was a small child.

Another reason we connect robins with Christmas is that the early postmen wore red uniforms, and so were nicknamed ‘robins’. Anyone old enough to remember that? And, as the cards pop through your letter box over the coming days, note how many feature a robin! There are more than 300 different species in the family of birds known as old-world flycatchers and chats, including the redstart and the nightingale.

Like its cousin, the nightingale, robins often sing at night – especially in cities, where permanently lit street lamps fool them into thinking the sun is about to rise.

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Best wishes

Caz

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#ChristmasIsComing Christmas Countdown 2017

I’m ready. Are you? Ready for some homemade mince pies!

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Shopping’s done. Freezer’s topped up. Christmas cards are in the post. Grandchildren’s prezzies are wrapped.

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A couple of Christmassy pictures🎄

For those of you who are still searching for that special #ChristmasBook for the kids stocking… here’s one I wrote earlier ⛄️🎄⛄️📚

“The Christmas Circus” is Eric Seagull ‘Storyteller’s third seafaring adventure set in pretty #Brixham Bay. Buy the book: The Christmas Circus  
9781781324073-hi-resMerry Christmas everyone. 

Caz

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#December – Dogs-in-coats! #ChristmasIsComing in #Brixham Bay

Sunny walk in #Brixham Bay with my 2 cocker spaniels, Lucy and Rosie. There’s a winter chill in the air. We’ve enjoyed a crisp hour long walk and amazing sea views. Photos by moi 💕

Eric Seagull, storyteller, landed on my handbag

Great blog by Jessie Cahalin…

Introducing the engaging, children’s writer, Caz Greenham and her collection of seafaring adventures.  Who doesn’t love Eric Seagull?  Dear readers, I’m delighted to present an extract from my third children’s book in “The Adventures of Eric Seagull ‘Storyteller’” 3-book-series. ‘The Christmas Circus’. The extract below is taken from one of the many short chapters, making…

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Where I write? #AmWriting

m236130_greenham_NR-62I write a lot inside my head while out walking my 2 cocker spaniels, Lucy and Rosie. I don’t plan out whole chapters, but, I do hear complete conversations between my characters. It’s no wonder I smile a lot when I’m walking near my home in South Devon.

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By the time I get home, prepared a light lunch and feed the dogs, I quickly get those thoughts down on paper, before they fizzle out of my brain: scribbled on one of my many notepads ready to add to my ms later. Mind you, once I boot up the Applemac computer, the ideas and notions that buzzed around inside my head while walking the dogs usually flood back with no effort at all.

My books are set in Brixham where I live, which mean I do my research into place names etc. I often get through a thousand words or more a day.

One of the views from my office window

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So where is this place I’m inspired to write the next best seller? Brixham o’course. (photos by me)

Our sunny terrace

Our garden has many visitors of the feathery kind. Sparrows, wood pigeons, the occasional robin, blackbirds. Living near the sea, it’s inevitable to see the occasional seagull or three. Often on next-door’s flat roof. They wouldn’t get away with perching on ours…the dogs wouldn’t allow that! Oh no! I love flowers, don’t you?

A few shots of my ‘borders’ below. Taken by moi!

I love living in Torbay. Only a short stroll and I’ve got the most amazing sea views. (Husband in the red shorts, by the way)

At precisely 8pm each evening we can hear the church bells ringing out at St. All Saints Church, about half-a-mile away. The poem (put to music) ‘Abide With Me’ ~ there’s so much history here in Brixham.

Of course I had a huge amount of inspiration for my three books “The Adventures of Eric Seagull ‘Storyteller’” (click the link for more about my books) right here in Brixham Bay. Most seagulls here are called Eric! I wonder why?

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I’m currently writing book 4. It’s not an Eric Seagull book, but I can tell you it’s for children from 9 – 14, also set here in Brixham Bay.

When I’m taking a break from writing, I go with my husband or family to one of our favourite restaurants overlooking the sea. I love eating out. No cooking!

My dogs Lucy and Rosie are never far from my side. They sleep in a big armchair a step or two from my (quite posh) leather swivel chair and minty green glass desk. Yes, I do like comfort when I’m writing, don’t I? And why not! When I take a photo, I’ll add it here. So drop back here for a look!

When I was at school, yonks ago, ‘she loves to daydream’ were the usual comments written at the bottom of my school report. And to that, I say, ‘well, hasn’t that daydreaming come in handy, Teacher?’ I still enjoy daydreaming. How else would I have managed to write 3 books? Nuff said.

I do, however, get a lot of writing done: my husband brings me tea and biscuits and peeps over my shoulder making sure that I’m actually writing, and not wasting time on twitter or facebook…

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