100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#153

I set this prompt for the children over at 100wc.net but I also got a post from a grown up that really blew me away so I thought I’d see what you thought of it!

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If you have a minute, do pop over and read a selection from the children. some of them are absolutely outstanding!

The link will be open until 2nd Nov.

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  1. Autumn Walk
  2. Sculpture in the shadows
  3. Too divine
  4. Always

Things at Broomhill

Following my post ‘Characters at Broomhill’, here are some things to show you. Not a very glamorous title but they are such an eclectic collection, ‘things’ seems the best description to use.

As I have mentioned, Broomhill Sculpture Garden sits ina wooded valley so visitors wander around and then come across sculptures nestled in the trees. There is no logic to their placement as far as I could see and that was what made it such an interesting visit.

Here we have a chain rope made of wood, a basket horse, bronze dog among other things. (click picture to enlarge)

I also posted a sculpture that took me straight back to my childhood in this Silent Sunday post.

We discovered that you also had to look up to check what art had been placed in the trees. This bolder, previously shown over at Relentless Optimism


Once again, which sculpture took your eye? As you can see, the red shoe was great fun and just needed a face in there to complete the picture!

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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  1. Cinderella
  2. Mrs TeePot
  3. Could I?
  4. Masked
  5. Wishes

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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