This week has just rushed by, and I haven’t really got much to show for it. With my sewing machine away been serviced, I thought I’d have plenty of time to do all sorts of things. But that didn’t really go to plan, although I did a little hand stitching during the week. And stitched on the label for my Winter Quilt Festival wall-hanging too. Although one of my aims was to get my Christmas ABC quilt pinned ready for quilting, but that didn’t happen. I took a trip up to the quilt shop to purchase the batting during the week, with my quilt top in hand so I knew how much batting to buy, and the top was duly admired by the shop owners who then insisted on showing it to the other customers in the shop. Hopefully I’ll get it pinned up this coming week – or not, I’ll see how I go.
My sewing machine was returned on Friday afternoon, and Barry the technician related that it has now done a little over 5 million stitches. But still good for many more, he assured me. But there was no time for sewing, as we were heading off for a caravan club rally over the weekend.
Back home again, all ready to go again
Our weekend caravan club rally was very close to home, and the weather was wet, wet, wet. The ground was very slushy, with puddles everywhere. Not that we can complain, because it is mid winter after all. These cheeky little sparrows weren’t worried about the damp conditions, in between the rain showers I saw them all lined up in a row on top of a caravan roof. Sparrows are not native to New Zealand and were introduced here from Britain in the 1870s. Many farmers have rued the introduction of house sparrows – as they were intended to help reduce the swarms of crop-eating insect pests. While the sparrows do feed their nestlings on caterpillars, beetles, flies and spiders for the first week after hatching, at other times they are more interested in grains and fruit than insects. They can cause significant damage to wheat, barley and maize crops.
Waiting for a hand out perhaps?
On Saturday afternoon our group car pooled and drove up to Murrayfield Café. With orders taken we sat down to enjoy our coffees and cake, with several up our end of the table deciding to indulge in a milkshake instead. With a large piece of carrot cake for him, and lemon meringue pie for her, Robin and I were both full to bursting after we had indulged in these tasty goodies.
Part of our Saturday evening entertainment was trying to match up baby or toddler photos to our members. The photos were numbered and laid out on a table, and then we had to guess who was who, not an easy task at all. This is mine, with my Dad and dolly, aged about three.
Me with my dolly, and Dad
Our weekend concluded after morning tea on Sunday, and we all packed up and went on our way. With all the wet weather and mud and puddles underfoot, there was no point in staying over for lunch as we often do on nicer days. Wet weather or not, it was still a great weekend, it’s always nice to get away and meet up with our caravan club friends.