01 Apr 2017
in Travel, Uncategorized
Tags: 1967, County Durham, England, Northern England, Piercebridge, Summerhouse, Travel, Up North
My addiction to travel surfaced when I was ten years old, it would hit me in about March. I’d get itchy feet. You can’t go far when you’re ten, but I’d take off on my bike, usually on my own, and have a little adventure. I’d visit villages I’d never been to, or just pack my lunch and enjoy the countryside. I lived in a picturesque little village in Northern England called Summerhouse. It was safe to be on your own back in 1967.
My first solo trip found me in Piercebridge and brings back happy memories. It was quite a ride! I should go back and visit, see how things have changed, but its a long way from Colorado, and this is where I ended up. The travel bug was a family affair!
25 Sep 2016
Tags: accents, children, England, Family, games, Geordie, Grandparents, kids, Love, Northern England, Up North
I love you Grandma!
I love you too!
Wotunny is of course “what honey?”
My mum was born and raised in the North of England, and although not quite a Geordie, she was close. I used to make fun of her accent, but I miss it so much. She’d play tirelessly with my daughter when she was a little girl. They’d sit in their make-believe airplane (under the table) and pretend they were flying to Barbados. My mum was in her eighties at the time. It couldn’t have been comfortable sitting on the floor. She didn’t have much padding on her bones as she got older. I’d prepare dinner and smile as I listened to them talk.
I love you!
I love you too pet!
Miss you mum!
18 Mar 2015
Tags: Blanchland, daffodils, Easter, England, flowers, Northern England, Northumberland, Ode to a Daffodil, Photography, poetry, Travel, William Wordsworth
Easter approaches and I remember my youth and the way we spent Easter Sunday. We would picnic in beautiful places around England. Sometimes we’d travel for a couple of hours just to find the perfect spot. One my dad’s favorite places to sit and eat his Easter Sunday picnic was Blanchland. We’d spread out a ‘picnic blanket’ and enjoy our ham sandwiches while we watched the sea of Daffodils moving in the breeze. England isn’t renowned for warmth at Easter, so a steaming thermos of tea was a welcome accompaniment. I wish my mam and dad were still around, I’d love to share one more Easter with them. This is for them.
25 May 2013
in Ghosts, Uncategorized
Tags: Books, Brompton on Swale, Churches, County Durham, England, Facebook, ghosts, North England, North Yorkshire, Northern England, Richmond, Stories, Summerhouse, Writers, Yorkshire
My Childhood Home
My mum worked here as a housekeeper.
Many long happy days were spent on the farm
Easby Abbey – North Yorkshire. In 1977 I was married here.
Richmond, North Yorkshire.
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Before I publish my book ‘Dead of July’, I am taking a trip down memory lane and remembering what made me the person I am today. My Childhood was spent in the North of England. When I visited my old haunts a couple of years ago, I realized just how beautiful it was, and how lucky I was to have started my life there. Over the next month or so, I am going to share more images of my past. I hope you enjoy them.
Sandra Thompson interview.mp4