Heidi is 6-years-old and lives in Great Sutton in Cheshire with her family. Her great uncle Ian, who she is incredibly fond of, was recently diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Heidi decided that she wanted to do something to help raise money for Alzheimer’s Research U.K and to have an adventure at the same time. Heidi loves walking and is taking on a massive challenge. She will be walking (virtually) from Land’s End to John o’Groats. She’ll be walking 603 miles (as the crow flies). Heidi’s family will be marking off on a map where she would be if she were walking ‘on the roads’. She’ll learn about the people, history and culture of the places she passes along the way.

Below, photos that I’ve received permission by dad, David, to share with you all.

(a) Heidi wearing her smart orange tee-shirt and carrying her (equally) orange funding/collection bucket. If your pockets/purse need a clear out – any loose change is always welcome!

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Heidi mapping out her amazing (virtual) walks.

Mapping her walk

Below: Heidi’s first Chicken Shop, with encouragement from her furry friend.

Heidi started on 17th March in Cornwall. She has been interviewed on local radio station Dee 106.3 and spoke so well they have asked to be kept up to date with her progress. Cornwall residents who dad, David, found on twitter recommended places for Heidi to “visit.” She has been to lots of beautiful places so far and learned about the Pirates of Penzance, the St Ives riddle/poem, the Huer’s Hut near Newquay, surfing and we have talked about tin mining and Cornish pasties. 

The money is being raised by Heidi’s Just Giving Page. Www.justgiving.com/fundraising/Heidiwalk.

Heidi’s dad, David, manages a twitter page for her at Twitter.com/walk4alzheimers. David’s wife, (Heidi’s Mum,) Claire, runs the Facebook page for Heidi, which is Facebook.com/Heidi’s walk for Alzheimers. Heidi will also wear her bright orange Alzheimer’s Research U.K. T-shirt and carry a collection bucket on longer walks.

Former footballer Chris Sutton, who played for various football clubs including Chelsea, Blackburn, Celtic  and England tweeted a message of support for her which generated a great deal of interest in Heidi’s walk. Fans of Tranmere Rovers football club have also been great in their support for Heidi’s efforts.

She originally set a target of raising £1,000, but raised that quite quickly so increased her goal to £2,000. She reached £2,000 so moved her goal to £3,000 which she has reached also. Her goal is now £4,000 and she is on around £3,200. 

Heidi told her dad, David, “I am really enjoying this adventure. I have met lots of lovely people on my walks and hope to meet lots more. I have been for a walk in the dark. I really enjoyed being on the radio. I want to raise a lot of money so that I can help my Great Uncle Ian and other people like him.”

Help Heidi and her family by sharing her tweets, this post, or of course donate using the link above! Thank you all for taking time out of your day to visit my blog. Greatly appreciated. Caz x

Time to celebrate. Well done Heidi x Caz x

Heidi ~ A Little Girl On A Massive Mission…

Photo Snapping:

Besides writing books, I’m a total camera-snapper. Beware, you may well find yourself on my Brixham blog one day!

A few photos of my garden just before it poured with rain. I especially like how the English bluebells have spread.

Plenty of colour
Pretty leaves, will produce yellow flowers
Red Robin
A mix
Nicknamed Spike
Maid Marion overseeing the goings-on… was once in my dad’s lovely garden until his passing
Stunning show – clematis
English bluebells, Susan (Magnolia) pretty in pink
Rosemary
Ollie Owl & Tree Wizard on guard
Do you like my lamppost ? Obviously I do
Smoke Tree behind Bluebells
Pansies return every year
Spuds growing in with pansies
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Cazzy x

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A Stroll Around My Brixham Garden

Brixham Bay

Photos to share with you today. Taken by moi on my many walks in Torbay.

Broadsands
My beautiful besties
Enjoying freedom off their leads
Breakwater Beach
Brixham Lighthouse
Brixham Marina
Outer harbour
Shoalstone Natural Seawater Pool
Besties
Pirate Day, 2018
Yachts in the outer harbour
Brixham Harbour – tide’s in!
Lazy hazy day of summer

The English Riviera

History behind April Fool

Information from the History website reads: “Some historians speculate that April Fool’s Day dates back to 1582, when France switched from the Julian calendar to the Gregorian calendar, as called for by the Council of Trent in 1563.

“In the Julian Calendar, as in the Hindu calendar, the new year began with the spring equinox around April 1.

“People who were slow to get the news or failed to recognise that the start of the new year had moved to January 1 and continued to celebrate it during the last week of March through April 1 became the butt of jokes and hoaxes and were called “April fools”.

We’ve all learnt something new today.

Hope you enjoyed April Fool’s Day.

Cazzy

April Fool’s Day

Give a gift this summer ~

Chocolate is nice, but how about an ebook this summer? Click the photo or link for more information.

Join Eric Seagull in picturesque Brixham Bay this summer…

Thanks for dropping by today, love Cazzy x

#Summer Reads ~ Books ~ Treat The Kids and Granny ~

Please give a warm welcome to author, and North Devon friend, Helen Hollick, and her many page-turning books.

About Helen and her writing.

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When The Mermaid Sings is a prequel novella to Helen’s Sea Witch Voyages series telling how Jesamiah Acorne fled his home in Virginia because of his bullying elder half-brother. He’s seeking a sailor friend of his father, but instead discovers much more: the ghost of his father, Captain Morgan, a mermaid, and a new life of piracy.

About Jesamiah Acorne

Jesamiah was born in Virginia; son of an English privateer and Spanish mother. Enjoy the following excerpt from Ripples In The Sand: (I have a signed author copy, ahem. Just saying)

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The rain had started to lash down as Jesamiah kicked open the door to the Full Moon and negotiated his way through, taking care not to scrape or bump Tiola enfolded in his arms and wrapped in a swathe of blankets.

    The landlady, a homely woman in her early thirties, bustled from behind the counter concern bubbling from her as energetically as the wisps of hair escaping beneath her lace cap. “Oh my, the poor maid looks nigh on exhausted.” She shooed away an elderly man sitting before the fire, ushering him to another seat. “Set ‘er down ‘ere Cap’n. The girl’s lighted the vire upstairs an’ put a pan in t’warm the sheets. It be a nice corner room overlookin’ the harbour, it’ll do you cheerily.” She pursed her lips and tutted. “I suggest you keep them shutters closed ‘cross the smaller side winder though, sir. The view o’ the drang oft’n be not respec’able.”

     Grumbling beneath his breath the old man, as bald as a coot but with a great bush of a white beard, took his half empty tankard of cider along with his pipe and baccy pouch, and shambled to a settle near the window. He sat, sniffed disdainfully and wiped his nose on the cuff of his coat, which he ostentatiously drew closer around his chest, then turned the collar up against the draught. “It be goin’ t’snow on them moors,” he predicted. “Prob’ly ‘ere an’ all. Vruzzen in us’ll be.”

“Drang?” Jesamiah queried, not recognising the word and struggling to understand the conversation. Tiola had a slight Cornish burr, but his ear was not attuned to this unfamiliar Devon dialect. He shrugged, guessed he would pick it up soon enough.

     The old man chuckled. “Nowt wrong with Cock Lane tha’ an ‘ealthy man can’t be makin’ good use ov.”

     Getting the gist of the statement Jesamiah raised an eyebrow, was about to repeat his ‘drang’ question, but let it pass.

In On The Account, Jesamiah’s wife, Tiola Oldstagh; a white witch, spends the night on Exmoor:

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An hour after dusk had settled into the star-frosted night, Tiola fed another stick into her meagre fire. The wood was damp and it gave off more smoke than heat, but it was better than nothing up here on the windswept openness of Exmoor’s exposed coast. She was sheltered in the hollow behind the magnificent tor of rocks that separated the valley from the sea, three hundred feet below. A place steeped in myth, legend and mystery. It was said that the Devil had resided in a castle of rock with his many wives, but angered at their infidelity he had blasted the eyrie to pieces. All that remained were the bare, jagged bones; the skeleton rocks piled stone upon stone. Nothing but a story, an old tale to explain the strangeness of a natural glacial formation – the Devil did not exist, but Tiola was aware that something was lurking out there in the darkness, watching her.

     The stick flared into flame and the light caught the glint of an eye a few yards off. Tucking a loose strand of her black hair behind her ear, Tiola calmly added more wood to the fire and smiled to herself. This was the Valley of the Rocks, known also for the herds of feral goats that thrived on the coarse sea-salt grass. A huffed snort and a stream of misted breath evaporated into the cold air. A wild pony then, not a goat; one of the distinctive two-thousand-year-old Exmoor breed with their thick, weather-resistant, shaggy coats and light-coloured muzzles. Had she borrowed such a pony from the stables at Tawford Barton she would be at her destination by now, but her mission was secret and she wanted to know who had been watching her these past seven days, and had followed her, this night, up on to the moor.

Helen decided to take a change in direction:

A Mirror Murder

A Mirror Murder is a cosy mystery set in 1971 with the lead character, Jan Christopher, working (as Helen did!) as a library assistant.

A Mirror Mystery:

Eighteen-year-old library assistant Jan Christopher’s life is to change on a rainy Friday evening in July 1971, when her legal guardian and uncle, DCI Toby Christopher, gives her a lift home after work. Driving the car, is her uncle’s new Detective Constable, Laurie Walker. It’s love at first sight for the young couple. But romance is soon to take a back seat when a baby is taken from its pram,  a naked man is scaring young ladies in nearby Epping Forest, and an elderly lady is found, murdered…

Helen’s home – beautiful isn’t it

Helen and her family’s picturesque farm house when they moved in 2013

Helen Hollick and her family moved from London to North Devon in January 2013 after finding an eighteenth-century farm house. The thirteen-acre property is also home to a variety of animals on the farm, which include hens, ducks, geese, dogs, cats, and beautiful Exmoor ponies.

Will Helen be writing the sixth Sea Witch Voyage? I, for one, hope so. I’ve enjoyed all of Helen’s books, after all who doesn’t enjoy spending time with an ansum pirut (pirate).

More about Helen and her busy life:

Accepted for publication by William Heinemann in 1993 just a week after Helen’s fortieth birthday, she became a USA Today Bestseller with her historical novel, The Forever Queen (titled A Hollow Crown in the UK) with the sequel, Harold the King (US: I Am The Chosen King) novels that explore the events that led to the Battle of Hastings in 1066. Her Pendragon’s Banner Trilogy is a fifth-century version of the Arthurian legend. She also writes a pirate-based nautical adventure-fantasy series, The Sea Witch Voyages.

As mentioned earlier: Helen is now heading in a different direction. The first in her Jan Christopher Mysteries series, set in the 1970s, is available now. A Mirror Murder includes hilarious memories of her own experiences for over a decade as a library assistant. (All true. And hysterically funny).

Helen is never seen without a gorgeous hat: Not anuff (enough) room for ‘em all on here.

Click the link to order A Mirror Murder in ebook or print: getbook.at/MirrorMurder

Visit her superb website: https://helenhollick.net/

Pop over to her Amazon Author Pagehttp://viewauthor.at/HelenHollick

Subscribe to her newsletter: http://tinyletter.com/HelenHollick

Helen never ceases to amaze me. She has failing eyesight but still keeps churning out page-turning adventures with believable characters. She also helps so many writers. Nothing is too much trouble. I take my hat off to you, dearest Helen. Speaking of hats… Helen has many…always wears a hat…making her easily recognisable down at her local Devon pub! Cheers, Helen!

Success!

Sail the Caribbean Sea, Coasts and Islands With Captain Jesamiah Acorne ~ And Meet Devon Author Helen Hollick ~

Are you superstitious?

You might consider yourself a very rational person, but then something as simple as a calendar date or a number makes you feel differently about things. You might think twice about boarding a plane on Friday 13th or taking a flight number 13. I once worked with a fella who was so superstitious he stayed in bed all day…apart from a quick dash to the loo for a pee. Every Friday 13th, I think of Roger; wondering if (a) he’s still alive and (b) if he is (alive) would he be in his pj’s snugly tucked up under the duvet covers. Probably!

I avoid walking beneath ladders whatever the date. Simply because I would feel stupid if a pot of paint fell on my head. Or worse, if heavy scaffolding knocked me out cold on the pavement. Otherwise, no I’m not at all superstitious.

Some people, like my work colleague of yonks ago, Roger, are really scared of the date. He booked every Friday 13th off as holiday in the Office Diary. We were all – well some of us more than others – (well, yes moi especially) made many attempts to book the 13th off before Roger could get his hands on the new diary. You guessed it, it was never going to happen! We (I) tried ringing him on his house phone in an attempt to get him out of bed to answer it. No chance of that either. He confessed once that he always pulled the phone cord from its socket just to make certain it didn’t ring downstairs in his hallway. Had it all covered, did our Roger. A pinned notice on his front door ensured parcels were redelivered the next day.

Such fear has a rather long name: ‘Paraskavedekatriaphobia’ now try and pronounce that after a couple of G & T’s.

Why are we so scared of it?

‘Tis said that the fear is likely rooted to Christianity. Jesus was crucified on the cross on a Friday 13th and ever since, the day has been associated with ‘general ill omen,’ according to Michael Bailey, a history professor at Iowa State University who specialises in the origins of superstitions.

Weddings in the Middle Ages, for instance, were not held on Fridays and it was not a day someone would start a journey. Thinking about that for a moment, I always liked to travel midweek on a Wednesday. Maybe I have hidden superstitions, after all.

Thirteen guests are believed to have attended the Last Supper, the night before Jesus was killed. And, Judas Iscariot, the disciple who betrayed Jesus, is considered to have been the 13th guest.

I didn’t go out today…gardened instead!

Friday 13th

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Brixham residents came up with a great idea: How to raise funds for Shoalstone Seawater Pool.

Here’s what happened next:

Scarecrows started appearing in gardens. Thirty in total (more to be added here later so do drop back and have a look) I spotted several on my dog walk. Including Ironman atop Brixham Theatre! All brilliant. Everyone a Winner.

Anyone wishing to make a donation to help save Brixham’s Seawater Pool (there is a Donate link on their website) or to simply learn more about its history, please click the link: www.shoalstonepool.com

Shoalstone Seawater Pool
Follow the scarecrow trail

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‘Superb creations’ to everyone who took part.

Join in the fun. Click here: http://facebook.com/groups/brixhamscarecrowhunt

If you like what you’ve seen, share to friends and family. Thank you.

My desk isn’t always so tidy.

Thank you for dropping by today.

Caz x

Before you go, do grab a book from my amazon author page: Author.to/CazGreenham

The Adventures of Eric Seagull ‘Storyteller’ 3-book-series

Ask the author for a signed copy! Free delivery if you live in Brixham!

My dogs at Broadsands

The Great Brixham and Churston Scarecrow Hunt 2020

As I approach the anniversary of my dad’s Passing.

My dad loved the sea.

The only thing I can turn to for comfort is that other thing I love, poetry.

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

J-SHAPED TREES

img_2319There are certain warning signs in nature that may be easy to miss, at least at first. J-Shaped trees are a potential sign of dangerous landslide activity in the area. These trees signify that a landslide is on the way. How do they signify this? Well, before a landslide is fully triggered, the ground begins to shift. As the ground shifts, these trees begin to bow from the movement. If you see trees beginning to bend into a J-shape, it’s time to move!

Thank you for dropping by today x

Caz

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J-Shaped Trees. Woodland