Hi again 😀 I’m sorry it’s been so long since my last post but I’m rather busy with my degree atm. Hopefully I will get back into blogging again – especially when I get my new laptop and don’t have to wait half an hour for the thing to wake up and load.
Anyway, currently I’m studying an Environmental module as part of my degree and for this next assessment I have to choose my own extension project, related to the issue of flooding. I have chosen to assess opinions on floating homes. I hope you will read the information below and answer the related poll.
Floating homes such as canal boats have been used both in the UK and other countries for many years. However, over recent years a new type of floating home has been developed and has proved popular in countries such as Holland and Canada. The term ‘floating’ is ambiguous as unlike house boats these homes rest on land and only rise on the water during floods. This prevents damage to homes, businesses and livelihoods. The first floating home in Britain was given planning permission in 2012; it rests on the River Thames in Buckinghamshire and rises at the same level as the water around it.
The technology used in Canada differs from the Dutch method; it is the Dutch technology of ‘smart levee’ that the UK is currently interested in. It works by putting sensors in flood embankments which constantly monitor the condition of the levee and sends a warning when it weakens.
Another, way of escaping flood damage has been utilised for many centuries in places such as Indonesia and Thailand where houses are built on stilts so that water merely passes underneath leaving homes high and dry. This is a much simpler way of avoiding flood damage but one would have to guess the possible height flood water would reach and this could alter over the years, especially with the issue of climate change.
I love the snow, my heart leaps as soon as a speck of white is spotted in the distance. I wish for it to settle, turn the place into a winter wonderland.
In fact, I love winter as a whole. I suppose the miserable wet days are no fun, but you do get those all year round. As soon as the frost bites and hats, gloves and scarves come out I feel the need to make a hot chocolate (perhaps with a splash of Baileys in the evenings); drink soup; make steak pie followed by treacle sponge and custard. I want to buy jumpers, snuggle up in front of the fire on the sofa in a cardigan with a good book or film.
Everyone hustles into the house and whacks the heating up so high you’d think it was mid-summer. No, I prefer to layer up the jumpers and wear my cosy slipper boots. Much more satisfying – especially with that bailey-spiked hot chocolate 😀
The photos where taken on a day where literally everything was white – ground, buildings, roofs, trees and sky – so some may not be as good as the could be despite my efforts in altering them on the computer 😀
My best friends and I left the railway station near our homes in brilliant sunshine. However, somewhere along the two-hour train journey, the weather took a turn for the worse. When we finally arrived in Chester city at lunchtime we decided to stop at Pizza Hut as it was closest at the time and we naively hoped the rain would stop.
Out of the three days we spent in Chester, it rained and rained practically constantly. Still, it was a fun trip and we plan to go again later in the summer in better weather.
Taken from the walls, after purchasing a lovely chocolate brownie that we warmed up and had with a cup of tea and an episode of Lost in Austen.
These photos of the canal show the dull weather a bit better.
Knowing my luck it will rain next time as well. Afterall, it tipped it down in the Lakes and I believe I’m destined to remain wet during my trip to York tomorrow, where I shall be staying for a week.
Is it wrong to scared of being home alone at eleven o’clock in the morning when it’s as dark as midnight, it’s tipping it down with rain, there are big crashes of thunder and the blinding flashes of lightning?
I mean, I’m nineteen now. Perhaps not grown-up, but technically I am an adult. I should be able to cope.
It’s fine, I tell myself. That crash isn’t some huge giant lumbering towards our house.
That dripping isn’t the blood of its victims.
And that screaming isn’t from the school children down the road (or perhaps it is, after all they’re only five – they’re allowed to be frightened)
Keep calm, switch on the TV and pretend your not here.
This weekend I visited the Lakedistrict to attend the Woolfest, just outside of Cockermouth. http://www.woolfest.co.uk/ The Woolfest has been orgainised by Woolclip since 2005, it involves many weavers, spinners, knitters and felters all displaying their wool and fabulous designs.
The start of our little holiday was … well there’s only one word for it – wet. The trip up the M6 was terrible, at some points we could hardly see 100 meters infront, with the backs of lorries and cars seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Anyway, thankfully we arrived in the Lakedistrict safe and sound. Braving the weather we ventured into Ambleside for some lunch and a bit much needed of retail therapy.
I decided that this house, perched on a bridge (or is it the bridge?), would be my future home. It’s a shame it’s owned by the National Trust.
Still tipping it down, the waterfalls where in their element.
Although, the next day they may have flooded, as many places did after recieving a months worth of rain in 24hrs.
Some interesting fungi found as we wondered up to try and find the waterfalls, however, it didn’t take long until we gave up as we were getting soaked through and instead decided to make our way to the B&B.
Our compact and cosy room.
Saturday morning we had to go the long way round Bassenthwaite lake since the top road had been flooded. However, we didn’t realise that the alternative route was flooded as well.
Water was running off the hills onto the roads.
Cars swimming through the road-turned-stream.
It was great to see some of the livestock there as well as their wool.
Although, I can’t remember their breeds now.
Cute little lambs peering inquisitively at all the strange people.
I think these were gotland lambs but I could be wrong.
I absolutely love these long, curly coats.
Alpaca wool is so soft and beautiful.
Entertainment while we ate our sandwiches. Folk music? Tap dancing?
Whatever it was, it was traditional and the tunes very catchy.
Loved this coat, very clever and skillful with a variety of techniques.
Doesn’t skill like this make you jealous?
Project number one – learn to needle felt in 3D
After we’d spent up at the Woolfest we drove to Thornthwaite Gallery: http://www.thornthwaitegalleries.co.uk/ for a well deserved cup of tea and slice of cake. Then back to the B&B to start designing and planning all the new projects.
The rather cloudy view from the B&B.
The Lakedistrict never fails to be beautiful even in the cloud and rain.
Having never been to the Woolfest before I wasn’t sure what to expect but knew I wanted a fleece. My mother had been on a course where she learned how to felt a sheeps fleece to make a rug, and I wanted to do one for my room. After wading through the muddy car park I felt like flitting from one stall to the next, but restrained myself. We chose our fleeces, mine a dark Jacob and Mums a blue-faced leicester and dropped them off in the wool creche before making our way up and down the aisles.
Now, along with all the half-finished projects at home, I’ve added to the list. If ever you want some crafty/arty inspiration go along to the Woolfest in the Lakedistrict. Wish me luck with completing my new projects!