Alphabet15

Footpath view

2014 was peppered with things done purely because we wrote them on some coloured paper last new year’s eve. We flew a kite, learned to lindyhop, found some dinosaur footprints, and spotted some constellations. There are plenty of things we did not do. We didn’t learn to play the xylophone or grow a pumpkin. I avoided running a race and I still hold doubts about the wisdom of nettle soup.

These coloured pieces of card lingered around our house for the whole year, quietly burying in to the bookshelves or the kitchen table pile (every house has one of these, right?!) only to be uncovered weeks later and remind us of all the little things we wanted to do in 2014. Being a lister, I’m much more likely to do things that I write down. Without the alphabet year, the lindyhop class wouldn’t have happened for starters.

So, I’m launching in to another year with a fresh set of letters and plans. Maybe I’ll revisit 2014 and grow a pumpkin after all. But for now I’m focusing on the bright, shiny newness of January with some new (and some more achievable!) challenges. I’m stuck on a few letters. If you have any suggestions, please chip in! Even better, write your own Alphabet15 list and do something new for 2015.

Rusty's Alphabet Year 2015

Right Now..

Rusty wrapped up warm

..I’m recovering from a whirlwind week of friends, family, gifts and outdoor adventures. I’m thinking back to races round windy hilltops, and outrunning the tide on a wintry beach; fighting for chestnuts with a pack of cards and choosing outrageous comments for points. We shared our home, and plenty of delicious food, talked books with friends aged 7 – 70, and gifted some homemade goods.

Papercut and syclamen photo collage

Looking down at 4 pairs of boots on the beach

I’m ready for 2015: to say goodbye to some old challenges and relish the thought of those to come. I’m equally excited for the quiet moments and and the full on technicolour happenings.

But, before Monday arrives and we start truly hurtling towards midsummer, I’ll be taking a moment to catch my breath- write my alphabet year and look back on last year’s. So, ’til Monday, I hope you enjoy these late, quiet moments of the festive season to look back on your great adventures of 2014. And may your 2015 be a sweet one.

Red squirrel on a fence in Alverstone

Almost there..

Rusty running to the top of Appuldurcombe Down, Isle of Wight

I’ve finally almost made it through this term. Just one more week of dashing around the county, hauling training materials and delivering endless workshops. It’s been a bit like the Rusty Roadshow these last few months. I enjoy training, but have recently done so much I feel like I’m auditioning for Groundhog Day 2. No wonder I’ve been trying to take a chilled approach to the festive buildup.

Things should start winding down this week, albeit with a bittersweet tang. On Friday I say goodbye to three members of the team, who I’ll sorely miss. We’ll meet over coffee and mince pies, with an eye to the holidays and the fun to be had.

I’m looking forward to mornings under the duvet with a book, restocking the wood pile, seeing the family, and sampling plenty of homebaked goodies. Just one more week to get through first. I hope your week treats you well.

Gingerbread decoration hanging from tree

Have Yourself a Mellow Little Christmas

Paper star lanterns at Winchester Christmas Market

I’m an incessant list-maker. I can’t even break the habit on a weekend. I’m not far off adding ‘relax’, right next to a neat little tickbox. I know – I have a problem. And even if you’re not in the Listers Anonymous group, lists do sneak up on us round December. After all, you’ve got to keep the fridge stocked with all those extra calories, and make sure you’re ready for the office party/lantern parade/nativity play; not to mention adding to the pile under the tree.

I love all the cliches of Christmas: the roasting chestnuts, the carols, the twinkly lights, and it’s all too easy to miss it in the holiday blur. So this year I’m being careful about what I put on my list…

  • Sing carols
  • Make a gift for someone
  • Shop local
  • Bake something yummy

That’s enough to get me in the festive mood. Anything more I’ll consider a bonus.

Meet Mabel Mouse

Mabel the hamster on Rusty's shoulder

About a month ago I mentioned that we’d inadvertently inherited the class hamster, Cocoa. I discovered that having a pet is awesome. And when you’re out of the house twelve hours a day, allergic to cats, and bored by goldfish, a hamster is pretty perfect. So when Cocoa died a few weeks ago (after a long and illustrious life) I missed having a pet!

Mabel the hamster being held

Enter Mabel: a little Russian Dwarf hamster found in the rescue section of the pet store. Her full name is actually Mabel McWhiskyson (the product of reading H is for Hawk whilst drinking Laphroaig). She is an adorable ball of fluff to come home to at the end of the day and a seriously good alternative to ranting about work the moment I get in.

So, it turns out I’m a pet person; who’d a thunk it?! I’m still resisting the urge to dress her up in an elf hat for Christmas..

Mabel the hamster crawling on Rusty