Characters at Broomhill

Broomhill Art Hotel and Sculpture Garden is hidden away down a track that you really wouldn’t notice unless you were looking for it and had the map in your hand. It is not one of those neatly laid out places where the grass is trimmed and the flowers are all looking in the right direction. It is a collection of levels and nature that just demands you go on an adventure and when you do – you find all sorts of wondrous things!

There are many different types of sculpture in the acreage that you can explore. There are few labels, not even names to some but that is done on purpose. The idea is for the visitor to do some work and use their imagination.

This is the first in a series of posts about this amazing place. I use the word amazing not as in ‘Wow’ but in, well, that has made me think. This post is about characters, people (well sort of) that we saw.

More characters we saw can be seen in this post ‘A’ over at Relentless Optimism

Which of these ‘folks’ would you like to meet and what would you say to them?


100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#152


How’s your week been? Mine was a combination of all sorts which is always nice. The weather is still playing tricks with us though, with mild temperatures that set you wondering what to wear. I have two wardrobes – a summer one and a winter one. I change them over when October arrives but have been dipping into the summer one because I don’t need thick woollies at the moment. This has muddled me somewhat.

The prompt this week is:

…could I really wear that …

As always, take it where you want. Keep it suitable for a PG certificate. If you need to know what this is all about, check out ‘What is 100wcgu?’ The link will close on 26th October

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Ruled by Anxiety


This poem by my very clever dear friend Pooky popped up in my mailbox on the day when the demons were rampant in my head. She expresses exactly how I felt but in such a better way they I could tell you! Thank you Pooky!

Originally posted on Pooky's Poems:

I can’t get a thought in edgeways
When my head is full of fear,
Anxiety wreaks havoc
And my other thoughts aren’t clear.
The part of me that’s strong and sane
Is sitting in a well,
It tries to shout advice to me
I think, it’s hard to tell
Because it sounds so distant
And its words are all obscured
By the nasty mumbo jumbo
That I’m trying to ignore.
Eventually I break and cave
And anxious thoughts run free.
And when they do,
For a short time
I wish I wasn’t me.


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(Anyone who has ever dressed a child will love this one!)

Pre-School teacher who was helping one of the children put on his “Wellies”?

He asked for help and she could see why. Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little wellies still didn’t want to go on.

By the time they got the second wellie on, she had worked up a sweat. She almost cried when the little boy said, “Miss, they’re on the wrong feet.”

She looked, and sure enough, they were. It wasn’t any easier pulling the wellies off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the wellies back on, this time on the right feet.

He then announced, “These aren’t my wellies.” She bit her tongue rather than get right in his face and scream, ‘Why didn’t you say so?’

Once again, she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting wellies off his little feet. No sooner had they gotten the wellies off when he said, “They’re my brother’s wellies, my mum made me wear them.”

Now she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. But, she mustered up what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the wellies on his feet again.

Helping him into his coat, she asked, “Now, where are your gloves?”

He said, “I stuffed them in the toes of my wellies”.

She will be eligible for parole in three years!