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The Shotters go trainspotting.

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Me and my better half in front of my favourite painting at the National Railway Museum in York.

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To coincide with my husband’s 60th birthday, he took 16 days holiday. That meant 16 days holiday for me too. Today is the last of those 16 and I can’t believe it’s over already. We’ve seen loads and eaten loads. Having a big appetite, the highlight of a lot of places we visited, for me anyway, was the food. A particularly noteworthy meal was the stew and dumplings with generous portion of roast potatoes in the canteen of a former prisoner of war camp.

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One of the things I love about having kids is that, no matter what we’re doing, we always have fun. This is me and my daughter sat in a sand pit with a coffee at Brymor Ice Cream Parlour in Wensleydale. The little redhead at my feet is my eldest grandchild, Dylan.

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It’s our 30th wedding anniversary today. We celebrated it at the Cattlemen’s Association in Harrogate with a couple of T-bones that looked as though they should be in The Flintstones.

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I’ve worked so hard all through June, completing 24 paintings, that I’ve decided to treat myself to a day off tomorrow and take my book out to lunch at Poppies Cafe, http://www.ripon.co.uk/poppies/ , where I’m known as “Coleslaw Lady”. I love going to Poppies. They have table service. Everyone deserves to be waited on right? Their staff are friendly and welcoming and make my sandwiches to my own specifications. All sandwich connoisseurs will understand why this is important. I myself like prawn mayonnaise on brown bread with no butter. I hate butter. Their coffee, which I like black and bitter, is strong enough to kick my weary backside into gear for the long walk home and their coleslaw, well, it’s just simply the best in Ripon. Sometimes I order three portions of it. Hence the nickname. Contrary to what my husband and kids think, coleslaw is a big deal. It has to be freshly made. None of that tub rubbish that has a weird texture and a frighteningly long shelf life. It shouldn’t have mustard seeds in. Mustard seeds are pants. It should be mixed with plenty of mayonnaise but not be swimming in it. It should be tangy but not screw-your-face-up tangy. Coleslaw is a big deal.

On to the fruits of my labour. I can’t put photos of all the paintings on tonight as there have been so many since my last blog that I’d still be at the computer when the sun came up.

Here we go:

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Nice things that have happened this week:

 

My grandson determinedly trying to say “Nana” (that’s me).

My dad sending me and my husband a box of fudge.

My husband whisking me off to buy me a new pair of boots.

My daughter inviting me out twice for a walk.

My son asking me out for lunch.

My daughter inviting me round for coffee.

My son inviting me out for coffee.

My book taking me out for coffee. (It’s true; I like coffee) My book and I spend many lunchtimes in Morrison’s cafe.

 

 

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