I have a new coat, a beautiful bright red vintage hunting coat which comes from Oregon. Whilst this looks quirky urban woodsman in Brighton I suspect I would look like I’d just popped out to do a spot of hunting, nothing cool about it at all, if the coat hadn’t travelled round the world and ended up in Wolf and Gypsy vintage shop in an English seaside city.
We have been looking at 1940’s tattoos a source of inspiration for our valentines badges. Ill let you know when they find their way to the NotOnTheHighStreet shop in the next couple of days.
Christmas books. A big exciting pile in the corner of TheBigForest hut. They deserve their own post. Now we are blowing out the candles and damping down the woodburner and ‘stomping up the wooden hills to Bedfordshire’. Which is an old English saying that has suddenly popped in to my mind. Ah the random thoughts of a tired but happy mind….
PS: I thought I should explain the saying for all those folks who follow the blog and are not fromEngland. Bedfordshire is an english county (like a state in the US) and of course the first part of its name is bed……where the tired children are heading. The ‘wooden hills’ are the stairs. Climbing the stairs to bed!