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Gingerbread Biscuit time!!
Here’s the recipe for Great Nana Daisy’s
Gingerbread Biscuits
from Porthleven Cornwall.

1 pound plain Flour
half a pound Butter
half a pound Sugar
1 desert spoon Baking Powder
1 desert spoon Bi-carb
Half ounce Cinnamon
2 teaspoons Ginger
A pinch salt
7oz warmed syrup
– Mix dry ingredients.
– Rub in marg.
– Add warmed syrup
Latest recipe pimp is add chopped up crystalised ginger bits to the mix! Boom!
Form into walnut sized balls and dab top into sugar.
Bake in a hot oven 10-14mins.
Enjoy!
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2011 – I’ve produced some artwork recently for a project portraying people from a local village in Leicestershire and relating them to characters in ‘The Christmas Story’.
The local church identified 9 nativity characters and 9 corresponding pictures of people from contemporary village life. An interesting piece of creativity!
It’s to be on display in a shop window in Sibson Road in Birstall, for shoppers and passers by. Ordinary people, ordinary place, extraordinary story.
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| Extraordinary Story |
It caused me to ponder various things… the obvious: ‘what if a God was one of us?’
The seasonal: Immanuel, ‘God is with us’?
“The Christmas Story” a curious story that I’m told differs in each gospel account and has had heaps tagged onto it over the years… to the point that I wonder if elves and reindeer were present in the stable? Oh and coke cola and red stuff.
God became man… ? We can wonder at the significance of the prophesied birth. Light and angelic hope…
I dunno…
The project above asks, if it happened today, “where would you (and I) be in it”?
Hummm… I can’t imagine…
I’d like to think that I could sense the majesty and grace of such a prospective happening, but can’t see myself as the chosen host, the visitors, the authorities or the worshippers… but I guess I am still one of the ‘us’.
Immanuel, ‘God is with us’?
Check it out anyway, it’s produced by the Methodist Church in Birstall all credit to Rachel Parkinson and her team. It’s on Sibson Road Birstall – from next week.
Ordinary people, ordinary place, extraordinary story.
Look local first!
After unsuccessfully visiting two larger city cycle shops this morning, I popped into the ‘small on the outside, big on the inside’ local town shop. I was after a quality chargeable front light for my bike – for commuting daily using unlit country lanes.
It’s fine immersing yourself in the supposedly ‘this is what you need, ‘cos this is want everyone else has’ on the interweb, but perhaps ‘real’ life is more… real, amenable, alive…?
- The first large Half-auto store I passed; which adversities “For everything to do with bikes…”; didn’t have ANY rechargeable lights and what it had was relatively basic and arguably not suitable.
- The second shop (an old standard of Nottingham origins) was helpful and informative and although they could order some (can’t we call) didn’t stock ANY rechargeable lights, and again what it had was relatively basic and arguably not suitable.
- Embarrassingly, my last choice, because I was passing on the way home, (and to be honest I thought it was a big ask for a small shop to stock a large range of accessories) to my surprise had just the thing!
They were welcoming, knowledgable and helpful.
The Serfas ‘True 250’ is just what I was looking for.
The spec and the price was just right – and having compared it’s credentials further I’m very pleased with it. It was a great to be able to see and try a range of options before I bought.
Thanks Cyclops, I had little faith but next time ‘Cyclops Cycles’ Cyclopscycles.co.uk in Syston will be my first choice.
A good old crusty loaf!!
With the challenge set after tweeting GBBO’s Holly a fellow Leicestershirianite(?), I set to bashing some dough round!
A good old crusty loaf!
As I pummelled the dough I was reminded of the muppet in the white van that terrorised me on the way home the other day.
I was in ‘my space’ on the road, with a car in front of me, and they (the white van) seemed to have had a bad day and were not happy (i guess) that I was in front of them? Sor-rry! Revving their engine and blasting their horn behind me, they followed me for a good 900 yards unable to get by. They did eventually overtake me when there was room, and broke infront of me as if to make a point. It left me a tad shaken and seriously wondering if all this cycling malarky was worth it!?
Yes, on the way home a few dozen drivers race-off accelerating away like missled lemmings after being inconvenienced for 10 seconds! Oh I do hope they get there in time!!
But cycling IS worth the occasional encounter with a ready-sliced roadster! Life is worth living. Breath is worth breathing! Time is worth spending! Bread is worth cutting!
I do wonder why so many people are in such a rush to get somewhere? Life’s too short to get their early!
Driving home from work used to take me 25 minutes. Riding takes me 35.
OK some may think I’m a bit of a crusty old loaf for cycling to work but take if from me – it tastes good!!!
Ta Holly!
An alternative route…
But I don’t know what to say about today’s experience.(forgive me, I am not familiar with the technical terms of the attempted cycleinfrastructure)(l) off the main Melton Road, cycling through terraced suburbs is OK butconstant vigilance is needed and roads are not in good condition and regularjunctions, parking and hump hazards need careful passage. Not to mentionill-informed parents teaching their kids ‘street survival’ by not usingcrossings and walkways but just jaywalking every-which-way! Don’t get mestarted on that!
Talking a bath!??
We have an urge to do “this”, to look further, to ask and to share, to grow to be thankful…
“This” is ultimately fulfilling, enriching and purging…
It’s not interested in assumptions and restrictions…
It can be vibrant and effervescent as well as reflective and contemplative…
It can focus goodness and growth and transform decay and death…
It’s more than that…
It’s fecundity, nurture, and cleansing
It’s for the multitude and the you…
What am I…?
With a post-evangelical, post-‘churchless-faith’ mindset, I’m afraid I find myself having to start with a blank page.
I have found past experiences of Christian subcultural behaviour to ultimately be disappointing, distracting and unhelpful.
I’ve entertained various approaches and seen vibrant and effervescent celebrations as well as reflective and contemplative encounters and will agree that goodness can be focused, shared and grown in many Christian meetings, however sometimes meetings can become self-fulfilling.
Never in a month of Sundays… !

In January the idea of it was simply crazy and i though it was just “not an option”!
The proposition of Cycling to work once a week? Seriously never in a month of Sundays!
Seriously not an option:
(i) I’d get wet and cold and be a gibbering wreck when I got to work.
(ii) I really don’t fancy the ride home after a day at work.
(iii) It’s too far.
(iv) It would take too long.
(v) The traffic would be a nightmare.
(vi) I like my podcasts in the car.
(vii)…
After a few months and a transition to cycling daily.
(i) Buzzing! and ‘UP FOR IT!’ when i get to work. (weather not an issue if right clothing worn).
(ii) Take it from me, surprisingly the ride home is a great tonic!
(iii) 7 miles is a breeze!
(iv) On an average day, car takes 30mins and bike takes 35mins.
(v) The traffic is surprisingly courteous to cyclists. It is not an issue in the city or on the Barkby lanes. Your’ll always get occasional ignorant vans, BMercW drivers and daydreamers. Claim your space, be aware and courteous.
(vi) Podcasts on the bike are good (low volume), and when the right track’s on and you reach the top of a country incline there’s nuthin to beat it.
(vii) …
05/07/11-29/09/11 804miles, recorded on CardioTrainer
27/02/11-04/07/11 851miles, recorded on Endomndo
Total recorded miles 1656.44miles March-Sept Cycling Records
Don’t tell ma Cornish Cousins…
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| Beef skirt, Teddies, Onions, Carrot!? (would ideally be Turnip), Mushrooms… |
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| Pastry… you choose, should be short crust but them in Redruth do it different to them in Camborne… |
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| Stick it in with a liberal mix of salt and pepper. Egg the seam. |
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| Crimp the ‘ugger! |
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| Ready for the range! |
Where’s the fire!?
There was a man who invented the art of making fire. Hetook his tools and went to a tribe in the north, where it was verycold, bitterly cold. He taught the people there to make fire. The people were very interested. Heshowed them the uses to which they could put fire: they could cook, couldkeep themselves warm, etc. They were so grateful that they had learnedthe art of making fire. But before they could express their gratitude tothe man, he disappeared. He wasn’t concerned with getting theirrecognition or gratitude; he was concerned about their well-being. Hewent to another tribe, where he again began to show them the value of hisinvention. People were interested there too, a bit too interested for thepeace of mind of their priests, who began to notice that this man wasdrawing crowds and they were losing their popularity. So they decided to doaway with him. They poisoned him, crucified him, put it any way you like.But they were afraid now that the people might turn against them, so theywere very wise, even wily. Do you know what they did? They had a portraitof the man made and mounted it on the main altar of the temple. Theinstruments for making fire were placed in front of the portrait, and thepeople were taught to revere the portrait and to pay reverence to theinstruments of fire, which they dutifully did for centuries. Theveneration and the worship went on, but there was no fire.








