Scone (pronounced scoane) or Scon?

Devon Scone 2015-06-26 10.24.33IT is quintessentially English – and yet the scone is something the country as a whole simply can’t agree about.

So, is it Sc-oa-ne for you, or Scon? I know that it’s always been a Sc-oa-ne for me and my family.

Living in Devon, as I do, it’s always clotted cream on first, followed by a huge dollop of strawberry jam. And that is how it is. Unless, of course, you live or come from Cornwall. Then, it’s jam on first, followed by cream.

Is it that important?


It’s not just the argument about whether to spread the cream or jam first. Now, there’s an even more contentious question – how to pronounce the word scone.

If one isn’t from a posh background, it seems to be scoane! If one is posh, it’s definitely scon; as in gone! Where a person is from, or their social standing, also determines how we pronounce our English scone. So, which is it for you?

Caz x


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Dogs o’ Brixham 🐶


Our four-legged furry friends never cease to make me smile. Love the cocker spaniel wearing his trilby hat.

Today, while my two besties, Lucy and Rosie, were enjoying a wash and brush-up at A1 Dog Groomers here in Brixham, I took delight in snapping a few photos:  With the owners permission, naturally!

Firstly, let me introduce you to my girls…who said dogs don't smile? Oh yes they do. Here's my Lucy-dog…smiling for my lens.

Below, my Rosie…the frog hunter. She's never caught a frog, nor would she. When frogs appear late at night in the garden, Rosie simply stands and stares. We see you Rosie…behind the shrubs.

Not a bit camera-shy!

Above and below. Nap time!

Loving a paddle


Dogs of Brixham

You're just too cute. These cocker spaniels are besties, spending the day in Brixham. Love the shades!😎 (I offered to edit-out the owner, but, he too was happy to smile for my lens). Thank you.

And not far away, along the cobbled pathway opposite the harbour and enjoying the coolness of the shade… this friendly Golden Retriever's warm smile made my day, while his little buddy wasn't too sure what all the fuss was about.


Oozing with doggy character. And so friendly too!


Below: Behind that adorable face hid the deepest growl


Nice pirate hat

Little and large! Happy to say hi!

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Lively brown and white Springer Spaniel who just loves the sea

Below: The most loving and obedient dog I've ever met. She's gorgeous. Loves doggy gravy bones! Brixham's local girl.


And now… After a feast of sardines and doggy biscuits, my girls Lucy and Rosie looking pretty dapper after their bath and tidy up earlier, they were ready for a nap.

Thank you for dropping by. Before you go, you may like to treat the kids to a book or 3… mine of course 😘 View more detail on Amazon, here: The Adventures of Eric Seagull 'Storyteller'

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 Caz xx 😘

#July in my Brixham garden 💐 

July already…and our Brixham weather’s been superb! The parasols, all 3 of them, are UP!

Sharing my sunny terrace with you all today. Stunning colours. Heaven’s scents. Marvellous. While you admire the colours, plants, roses, and o’course my dogs who are never far away, I’m off to make a jug of pimms 💕🍷🍷


My Garden Diary


I’m definitely a summer person. Are you? What’s your favourite time of year?

Thanks for visiting today. You can read about my books here too… use the menu above..  Caz

Father’s Day! ‘Only a Whisper Away!’

Happy Father’s Day ~ in heaven ~ to my wonderful Dad ❤️


Forever at rest in your favourite place in all the world. Brixham Bay.

Your last wish… An honour and a pleasure, dad ❤️


A poem I wrote (copyrighted 2017 Caz Greenham)


“Only a Whisper away”

Don’t cry for me,

for I’m not gone.

I’m only a whisper away.


Call my name,

‘I promise I’ll hear.

I’m only a whisper away.


Think of me in your dreams,

And I’ll meet you there.

I’m only a whisper away.


I’m the breeze in your hair,

I’m the wind that kisses your cheek.

I’m raindrops that fall,

I’m with you everywhere.


So…don’t be sad,

just call my name.

For I’m not gone,

I’m only a whisper away.

Written and published by Caz Greenham (copying is NOT permitted)


Rose. my favourite yellow rose.

God Bless! My lovely ole dad 🍷🍷 Cheers! Miss you every single day

Horse riding is her passion! Our furry animals adore her: Meet my special guest, Sophie Payne!

img_0685-1My special guest has the twinkliest eyes, and the warmest smile. Meet my eldest Granddaughter, fifteen-year-old Sophie.

Sophie’s love of horses began when she was a little girl aged six-years-old. It began during a sunny day at the beach with her mum, dad, and brother. Noticing a sign, ‘Donkey Rides’ Sophie soon found herself enjoying a donkey ride across the soft sandy beach. She was hooked: and desperately wanted to try her hand at horse riding.

Sophie’s first horse riding lesson took her on a woodland trail of natural beauty. At age six, she was the youngest rider in the group that day. And now, a teenager, she’s a competent rider.

I asked Sophie how she felt the first time she sat in the saddle atop a horse. She told me, “I was so nervous, but, excited too. I rode one of the smaller horses.”

Today, we’re taking a trip back in time… in no particular order!

Sophie’s Diary!

A younger Sophie…party time! And halloween!

When Sophie’s not riding or helping out at the riding stables… she holidays in style with her family.

Clothes shopping…always welcome! Fun times!

Teenager, at last ❤️

Had the nails done too! Sophie knows how to celebrate in style.

Beautiful nails, Sophie 💕

From tot to teen! Always smiling 💕


Sophie’s cake making is simply the best

Tasted delicious too!

Pretty good at candle making!

and makes stunning jewellery 

Every girl’s secret wish… Sophie’s moment of fame


ready to party (bottom photos: ready for the school prom)

Arty, Sophie #school-project

and back in the saddle

younger rider ❤️

Dreams do come true

Well done, Sophie! We’re all so very proud of you 

I asked if she’d had any scary moments while riding, she told me, ‘When I was about ten-years-old, I fell from a horse named Blue. My foot got trapped in the stirrup and he dragged me along the ground. I remember the fear, but, I got back in the saddle and continued my  lesson. My dad was filming me jumping low hurdles at the time. I think he was as scared as I was when he saw me fall. It’s all on camera. It didn’t put me off riding.’


Some time after that,  Sophie had quite a serious fall, which landed her in spiky brambles. She went to hospital that time. A scary moment for her family that time. But, resilient as ever, Sophie was soon off her crutches and painkillers; only to be back riding once again. We are all so very proud of your courage and commitment, Sophie! Though I have to say, the first time I saw Sophie on a horse when she was only six, it scared me silly. #ProudGrannyMoment

It hasn’t all be plain sailing ~ perhaps I should say, ‘riding’  ❤️ Sophie’s huge disappointment hit her hard when the riding stables she’d come to know and love for so many years, closed. A sad time realising she wouldn’t see her four-legged-friends again ~ she’d known them by name for so long

Sophie’s determined parents went on a search…and finally found riding stables not too far from their home. It wasn’t long before Sophie was back in the saddle, again.



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I’ve really enjoyed your Diary, Sophie. Hope you did too. #ProudGrannyMoments ❤️


Football is his game! Winning…his aim! Please welcome my special guest. Footballer, Kieran Payne!

He’s tall. Handsome. And looks fabulous wearing a suit. Meet my eldest Grandson, Kieran.


Aged sixteen, Kieran’s end-of-term exams are finally over. We all wish you lots of luck with the results. My family’s motto has always been: Work hard. Aim high. Do your best. No matter what the outcome, be proud of your achievements in the knowledge that you gave it your best shot. We are all so very proud of you, Kieran. We know how hard you’ve studied.

Kieran’s always been a keen footballer. Football crazy some might say. A great team player who’s already enjoyed enormous success playing in local football teams. Striker, he told me earlier, is his favourite position. Not surprising considering he scored a whopping 19 goals last season. Well done! He’s also an experienced left mid-field player.

kieran (4th from the left) with his team mates. This week. Looking smart modelling their new kit ❤️


A younger Kieran, below, …determined as ever to get that goal…

Kieran. Footballer.

Kieran’s a Bristol Rovers supporter: same as his dad. But, his ultimate football hero is Cristiano Ronaldo. A Portuguese international who currently plays for Real Madrid team in Spain. I asked him, why this player? ‘He’s my favourite player because he used to play for Manchester United; a team I support now. He was my favourite player then too. I’ve continued to support him ever since.’



Today, we’re taking a trip back through the years…photos tell a thousand stories.

Proud moments! Fun photos! Family fun! In no particular order.

Photo: The Memorial Stadium. Kieran and Ollie Clarke. Bristol Rovers player.


Photo: David Beasant and a young Kieran looking excitedly proud. Football trophy Presentation at a local football club.


Photo: Year 6 Leavers’ disco at school (kindly arranged and organised by Kieran’s mum and her friend) A good time was had by all. Lots of friends joined Kieran for a fabulous party. (I haven’t posted any group photos).


Photo: Family fun! Celebrating Kieran’s dad’s 40th birthday, at the pub. And no, Kieran’s not really drinking that pint of lager. We all enjoyed a fabulous birthday meal inside.


Enjoying a pint (again) …with his dad…a pint of cocoa-cola! Holiday time, abroad, with his family. Sweltering heat by the look of you both, Kieran. (Pint of lager looks refreshing, Justin).


Below: A more recent photo: taken April 2016. My youngest Grandson, Ethan, with  Kieran. A special photo of you both together. An early 6th birthday celebratory meal at the Prince William, in Brixham. Behind the camera and out of view; and probably at the bar **laughs** is Kieran’s mum, dad, sister, and grampy.


Below: A proud moment. An article published in the local newspaper. Kieran’s ‘hit the headlines’ Yep! That’s our boy in the photo wearing the yellow shirt!


Football is definitely Kieran’s game! A team photo-shot. Fun. Happy days. I’m not sure if this was take before or after the match. If it was after, I can only assume they Won judging from their smiley faces.


Above photo: A fun game of crazy golf with the family. Looks like you might’ve won.

I love these holiday photos. Especially as I’ve never been on a plane. Whenever there’s fun to be had, you’ll always find Kieran having a good time. Travelling by plane, and enjoying superb food and splendid views from their hotel…coming next.

 And then the holiday begins…

Back in the UK and it’s time for more fun and laughter in Brixham Bay. Cousins enjoying a bit of a laugh on the beach. I love this photo. Taken April 2016 at the Breakwater.


Above: random footie photos. Left: Kieran soon joins the locals at his holiday destination for a kick around ~~ Right: watching Man. Utd. Translated for those in faraway lands, Manchester United. I did edit this photo. Kieran was actually standing with his friends at the time.

 Love the football trainers!

And when he’s not kicking a ball about, he’s enjoying a game of tenpin bowling with his mates…

Chillin’ and wearing his smart white football kit, Kieran’s watching a game on screen… as you’d expect.

 Every picture tells a different story. Photo memories last forever.

Thank you for joining me on my blog today, Kieran. I’ve enjoyed every minute. I hope you did too.

Lastly, for those of you who appreciate poetry. A poem written by Kieran. Published by his primary school. Copyrighted to Kieran Payne 2017. No copying permitted.


I love your poem, Kieran. What’s more…readers…it was published before my poem. **smiles proudly** #ProudGrannyMoment naturally. ❤️

Specs…spex…spectacles ~ Caz is glasses free… Delighted!

IMG_8370I’ve been wearing glasses 🤓 for yonks…at least 20 years. Distance got fuzzy. One day, long ago, and with my eldest daughter in the passenger seat beside me on our way home from work during the wintry six o’clock rush hour, I thought nothing of winding my driver’s window down as we approached roundabouts. It was dark! It wasn’t until years later, I confessed to her during a cuppa tea and cake,  that I couldn’t see anuff while driving in the dark. Gasps! True!

Sensibly, I did the right thing: went to the opticians. Besides needing glasses for distance, and reading, I have a condition called night blindness. No other optician has since mentioned it. It’s inherited from my Grandfather, apparently. A difficulty seeing in the dark. Everything looks ‘pitch black’ ~ the reason I don’t relish driving at night. And rarely do.

Moving on…a year ago I began forgetting to wear my glasses when I went off on my dog walk with my 2 cocker spaniels. Strange things began to happen. No fuzziness. Everywhere I looked it was as clear as a bell. I could hardly believe my eyes – excuse the pun. Gradually, I’ve worn my specs less and less around the house. I soon realised I didn’t need them to look across the road, watch the sparrows, blackbirds, or (Eric) seagulls on nextdoor’s roof. Hey ho! Things were 👀  looking up. Once or twice, I announced to my husband as I drove him to his hospital appointment, “bugger, I’ve left my glasses home!” His casual reply, ‘drive slowly then’ 😘

I needn’t have worried about forgetting to wear me specs, after all. During my optician appointment yesterday. I hurriedly explained my news. I could see quite, er, very, clearly without my glasses. Quickly adding, ‘same thing happened to my ole dad when he was about the same age.’

Yes! Result! My pupils have narrowed. And, there’s more good news. My dodgy left eye has also mysteriously improved. Would be fabulous if I could also read without the need of specs. I doubt that will happen. But, I’m delighted with the findings. Who wouldn’t be? Wearing glasses while out walking in the rain is a bloody nuisance. Never mind the steaming up of the lens.

So…my current glasses (I have many) have been ‘converted’ to enable me to wear as sunglasses, to also be able to read in or outside, and become clear again when I go into shops: I can read labels! Hey ho! Thank you, Spex Opticians. Lovely people. IMG_8785

‘Tis said, our eyes are the mirror of one’s soul. I believe that too. Eyes tell a story. Show our happiness. Eyes tell the world if we’re sad. Can also tell doctors/specialists about certain illnesses. Marvellous. Clever stuff. We must all look after our eyes. Get them checked regularly. I’m glad I do.


I’m now so fascinated by eyes, I’ve set myself a task. Comparing my family’s eyes 👀I’ve discovered my youngest Granddaughter, Emily, who will be two in August, and born on the same day as my Grandmother Beatrice that she has inherited my eyes. Same eyes. I’ve always thought how beautiful her eyes were…o’course she takes after her Granny Caz. I discovered this yesterday when I put these two cropped photos side by side.


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