Sleeping on the Edge!

Ten days ago I was enjoying a five day treat away at Center Parc’s Whinefell, Penrith and having a lovely time. The forecast did not sound good but I’ve never been one for living by weather forecasts anyway.  Despite the forecast, the days were sunny, and sky slightly overcast but only the one day when we had a light shower.  We arrived at Center Parc’s around 2pm on Monday and took our two dogs  Susie and Chester for a walk up to the village.  Bob was left to unload the car and return the car back to parking area.  sheila and  I managed to get lost our way back  from the village. By the time we arrived back at the lodge, Bob was finished unpacking and looking pretty fed up having been left to do everything.

Having made the booking online, we noticed a good few of the days were fully booked.  So we were unable to stretch our activities over five days.  Due to this, our  activities were mainly over three days. This meant we wouldn’t have a great deal of time between each activity to get back to walk the dogs in between. However, we  took it all in our stride including having a spot of lunch. The Cafe Rouge was our first-night dining out which was quite pleasant, the Cocktails were quite large but very tasty.  On Tuesday morning was the Geocache which we were all looking forward to. This caused a mixture of feelings as we thought there would be a group of us but this was not the case. We really enjoyed it just the same.. In the afternoon we did the Treasure Hunt on our bicycles and we were all over the place looking for clues. Despite a heavy shower, we completed it albeit a bit wet. When we returned with our results we learned we had won the Geocache. 1st Prize Game of Ten Pin Bowling.  It was not hard to do considering we were the only team. Later that evening  we went out for an Indian dinner in the evening.

On Wednesday morning  our first class was the Hula Hoop session. Now I haven’t tried Hula Hoop since junior school days and that wasn’t yesterday or the day before.. It wasn’t very easy but Sheila showed us how it was done and she did some impressive steps.  Next class was Bollywood dancing, followed by  Lavender Relaxation. We felt as though it was never going to stop but it was great fun.  In between, we cycled back to exercise our dogs  and have a bite of lunch which Sheila prepared earlier. Bob had Pseudo Gout in his big toe but despite his pain, we didn’t hear a peep out of him.Bless him.  Bob cycled everywhere and this made his life so much easier. The days seemed to fly by and by Thursday it was our Aerobic’s class first,  followed by Pilates but we had forty-five minutes in hand and so we headed back to the lodge for an early lunch and walk the dogs. We had no sooner eaten before we were off on our bicycles to do Pilates.

At the end of the path were two gates staggered across the path, not unlike the rest but these were much closer. As I cycled along I didn’t realize how close they were together and as I cycled through the last gate lost my balance and down I went onto the timber fencing. Knocking myself completely out of breath. I managed to get myself pulled around and back on my bicycle in time to continue to the next class which was Pilates. I actually was feeling numb by this time but continued with the exercise. After class I managed to cycle back to the lodge but I was feeling a little stiff. Sheila was booked in for the Treetop climb in the afternoon and I wanted to watch her going around. By the time I reached the  the climbing area I was feeling a little cold and shivery  and took a seat in the hut whilst Sheila prepared for her climb. I explained the incident that morning and one of the attendants suggested I  go via taxi to the Health Centre, but on arrival they suggested I go on to Penrith Hospital.  After an examination, The Dr suggested I had strained my ribs and back. I was advised to take medication and take things easy. As the evening drew close, I was reminded  of the Showtime Dance and Singing of the 60’s evening. By this time I was beginning to struggle with the cycling but we managed to arrive in time. We were amazed at how good these young singers and dancers were. They never stopped and had everyone joining in dancing and singing. It was a great night.  We all thoroughly enjoyed it.

As we made our way back to the lodge I was beginning to feel sore and pushed my bike back to the lodge. As we were leaving the next day we spent  what was left of the evening packing. as we were to vacate the lodge by 1000 hrs Friday morning. I couldn’t get on my bicycle and so I walked up to the village to go swimming as I thought the swimming would help ease my back and ribs.  We had lunch at the Italian Restaurant which was excellent and shortly afterward we drove home. On arrival home, I could barely get into bed let alone lie in it, so spent my first night sleeping on the edge. Great holiday and no regrets!








My love became a passion


In 1961, having recovered from a traumatic illness my parents were advised to take me for a holiday, where I could convalesce. My parents had always been keen campers and lovers of the outdoors. As we lived in Newcastle, they thought maybe two weeks holiday to Polperro, Cornwall would be nice.  In those days, we camped on farmland, pitching a tent in a field which wasn’t always free of animals. Unlike the commercial holidays of today. My father drove the whole way down from Newcastle, in his little black Austin A40, which was his pride and joy. On this occasion, we parked in a farmers field having asked for permission on arrival. My father removed the tent from the top of the car. It was a heavy green canvas, which meant we all had to muck in but it didn’t take long and soon it was up.  We filler the burner with paraffin lit it and sat the kettle upon the flames. The kettle was soon whistling a tune and ready for a well-earned pot of tea.  Meanwhile, my mum and I unpacked the car and our sleeping bags were prepared for later. We had the use of washing facilities but they were minimal in those days. Once outside of the tent, the sun was rising and the dark clouds from the early morning light had disappeared but the temperature was warm. After we finished our tea, I went exploring and I was delighted to find a brook, a little way from the tent with small willow trees along its banks. The countryside was idyllic with high hedges on either side of the very narrow roads. Usually, it rained on our first-nights arrival and on this occasion we arrived around lunchtime.  After a short walk, I could smell the bacon cooking on the burner whiff past my nose, which drew me back towards our tent and we sat on our waterproof cushioned seats and munched our bacon rolls. Boy o boy did they taste good!

As the days progressed, I became a little braver and I learned that there was an Equine Stud and Riding School a little down the road. At, this point I had no experience with horses or ponies so I was very excited. I took a walk along the road one day and a black horse came over to see me. He was enormous to me and was jet black all over. This was the day I met the owner, Her name was Cathy and we became good friends. I went out riding, with her one day on a grey horse called Hannah and occasionally, I rode another called Vida. Vida was more forward going and so Cathie suggested staying on Hannah, which I did. I spent every free minute I had with Hannah and enjoyed many hours out riding, much to my mum’s disgust. In her mind, she had almost lost me once and this new interest was going to have unexpected repercussions in her mind. She was not used to animals and these tall, long-necked beasts where terrifying to her and she always kept her distance. However, a seed was planted during the holiday and my love of this new hobby was growing at a fast pace and by the end of the two weeks, I was hooked.

On return home, I started going to a riding school near my home. It wasn’t as nice as Cornwall, but we rode around the Town Moor like cow boy’s n Indians which was fine. The pony I rode was a grey Welsh Mountain, called Silver. Due to my parents not being wealthy or landowners I could only ride on occasion as we didn’t have much money. I made up my mind to save up all the pocket money I had, to pay for my lessons which in those days was 10 bob, per ride out for an hour. I befriended some people who lived near my home with competition ponies and horses. I learned to groom, tack up and look after them. Occasionally, they would give me a ride. By the time I was fourteen, I was thinking long-term about the horses.  My mum was in a major panic about them and me. However, I was determined and eventually, mum said they would buy me a horse and I could keep it a little closer to home.  However, after serious thinking, I decided I wanted to learn how to care for horses properly and also be a better rider.  With this in mind, my knowledge began to grow with every experience. I took a weekend job working with hunters whilst I was still at school. The horses were enormous but they were hired out for hunting with the gentry. Having left school my first job was working with hunters during the Autumn and winter season. Later when hunters were turned out to grass, the ponies came in for handling and showing in hand and I stayed two seasons.  I went to Yorkshire and worked with small Welsh Section A but moved north to the Scottish borders later that year. Here I continued my horsemanship on with all levels, completing NPS Diploma.  I learned a great deal from the head groom at the castle. I handled and broke all youngsters for a dear old lady and her husband and also her friends. I loved my job, I was passionate about them all. No job was too big, or too small. I worked for all kinds of people and they all gave me amazing recommendations. I moved around working, breaking, handling youngstock of all kinds. I even looked after a farmers dairy cows whilst his manager went on holiday for two weeks, milking cows in the early hours and when finished feeding piglets, taking milk to dairy and separating the cream for making into butter and cheese for the main house. I still did my horses in between. I worked with racehorses, Point-to-Pointers, breaking horses and ponies into traps. Schooling young horses for other people. which I loved, I did showing in hand and under saddle. winning rosettes galore.

“And that, dear reader, is how a 45-year career in working with horses began.”


Healing Therapy for Dogs

Today I want to share an experience I’ve had using energy healing with animals to highlight the benefits and potential healing qualities using an alternative therapy.

I received a phone call from Ray Byrd who had Huskies. They were a team and competed in dog sledding events. He had five Huskies and Tai was his leading dog. One day, he noticed that each time he took the team out training Tai was not interested in running with the team. He was also aware that Tai’s temperament had also changed. In a short time, his dog began losing weight. Ray changed Tai’s food but noticed him not being interested in eating. Ray was very concerned about Tai, as he had always loved being in the team. The vet did tests but nothing showed up. Tai became lethargic and tense when awake. Ray tried everything and nothing worked.  He feared his top trial husky may have to be put to sleep. Ray heard about me through his friend and he phoned me.

On my first visit, I was not sure how his dog would receive me as Ray said Tai’s temperament had changed and due to him being nervous of strangers he wasn’t sure how his dog would behave. I went into the house and sat down on the sofa. Ray explained about his dog and mentioned that Tai may not come near me at all. I chatted with Ray’s wife and within ten minutes of being there Tai jumped onto my knee, and within a short time he was fast asleep. Both Ray and his wife couldn’t believe their eyes. I worked with his energy while he was asleep. After approximately 35 minutes Tai woke up and went into the kitchen. Ray, gave me a cup of coffee and when I finished drinking it, I asked them to keep me in touch and he agreed.

I visited him a second time and they had noticed a good improvement. I gave him his second healing and once again to let me know how he was. It was about a month later when Ray called me back. He phoned to say that Tai was back to eating and was beginning to put his weight back on. His attitude was back, too and he was enjoying going out with the pack.

Each living thing is made up of energy and using healing therapy can help assist with blocked or stagnant energy. Using energy healing with any animal can assist with moving and clearing the energy that may be affecting the animal’s mood or behaviors.

Don’t be afraid to try new therapies to help your pet’s well-being.

Susie’s Day at Hartford Court


We took Susie, to visit a local Care home in Cramlington today, partially, as my father resides there but also it gives the residents a chance to enjoy her company too. As soon as we walk through the doors, the residence began to appear and sit down in the lounge. They asked lots of questions about Susie, they then told us about their dogs and how much they loved and miss them. The quiet blank faces seemed to light up and come alive. so lovely to observe. We were there only a short time before parting to take my father to the beach at Seaton Sluice. Once again the sun was shining but even with a cool breeze it was lovely walking with both father and Susie, after all, Susie belongs to him. Humping wheel chairs in and out of the car can be a little tedious but we managed and our trip out was good. We parked the car,  pulled out the wheelchair and managed to get him into it and off we headed for the Kings Arms on the harbor.  We had a delicious lunch; father, had a half pint John Smith, and  Susie and I  had fresh water.  We later headed back along towards the car park again.  You don’t realize how heavy elderly people are until they are in a wheelchair. We later returned to the care home to drop my father off and as we walked through the doors again. The resident’s face’s all lit up once more. It was so good watching them making contact and enjoying the dog’s company, as Susie equally enjoyed being stroked and lay on her back for the full treatment. It turned out a good afternoon for everyone.



We are  all aware of the magic of rainbows but I wonder how many of us have been at the end of one or been close enough to one? There seem to be far more over the years than there used to be. I recently had an experience which I would like to share and perhaps some of you have experienced something similar, in which case I would love to hear.

I was driving up the A1 motorway one day last week around nine am. It was a bright sunny morning and as I drove along the sky was clear. Then I noticed the rainbow which looked as though it was straddled across the dual-carriageway. At first I thought I was dreaming. How often in our lives do we see rainbows so close, and the colours red, orange, yellow and green to the right of the dual carriageway and blue, purple and violet so bright to the left of the dual carriageway? The road ahead as I drove onward was dark grey colour. It was one of those times when you want to stop and take a picture and you realise you have left your camera in the boot.. Well on this occasion my hands were full and too much traffic to pull over. So I continued through this darkness, as raindrops bounced off the bonnet of my car like hail stones but the size of five pence pieces. I was almost at my destination when the sky became brighter as though I had come out of the other side..

I later learned that in Colorado Springs double rainbows  are regularly seen in the skies.



Who I am and why I’m here

Blogging 101

Welcome,  everyone!

Ann here and I’m thrilled that you have found my post. First I would like to introduce myself and tell you a little about me.  My home is in North-East England, United Kingdom which is close to Newcastle where I was born. My parents were also british and we were a small family with only my sister and myself. My mother past away in December 2006, my sister lives abroad coming home every so often to visit my father who is ninety-two and now living in a nursing home. I am a single mum but my daughter is now all grown up and living in south-west England.

At a young age I had Meningitis and later suffered from an Essential Tremor. I was nine years old when I first took ill and I am now sixty-four but despite struggling with shaky hands and body I still managed to run a business. Thank goodness for keyboards as they help to keep my fingers active. I have never allowed my disability to take over my life.

I drive a Ford Focus Ghia which I love to take my dogs out in, when we go for walks along the beach . My interests included animals which involve my daughter’s very beautiful 24 year old thoroughbred gelding Alf whom I adore. Also my red and white king charles spaniel, susie. I have plenty of ideas which I love doing throughout my life and felt it was time to look into these in more detail.  I am a keen gardener and I completed a garden design & landscaping course. I have worked in some of the most beautiful gardens which open to the public. . My other interests were reading tarot, attending a number of psychic fairs, giving readings and healings to people and animals. I also love to write poetry and I have written some short stories although I haven’t written or published any recently.

The Quartz Rose

I’d like to tell you a little about “The Quartz Rose,” and what it will be about. I first started this blog three  years ago and I am ashamed to tell you it has never gotten past the starting post. I loved the name the Quartz Rose despite not being sure what I would do with it ( I guess that may sound silly.) At the time it stood for all that I was then. During the past nine months I took a course and I am now a facilitator for that course which I intend to offer to anyone who is interested in finding their Life Purpose.

When I first came on the internet I was running my own Floristry Business which I dearly loved. Making floral arrangements and actually just working amongst so many beautiful flowers. This  allowed me to be creative in so many ways as well as very rewarding. I was in my element playing this role whilst meeting so many interesting people but the younger generation were bringing such awesome ideas in fresh modern designs it was time for me to call it a day and so I finally closed my business earlier this year.

Since then I have been drawn into areas which have helped encourage me to see where my true path lies. I have resolved many issues and blocks, uncovered hidden memories, removed all inhibitions  and now I’m beginning to truly live a life which I thought had almost impossible. I’m helping others to live their lives, whilst loving and enjoying themselves in the process as they uncover  their direction and inner child. I have spent many months soul searching, not sure where I was going but feeling as though I am here for a reason to do something?

Over the past few years I have been unsettled and not quite sure where I was going or what I actually wanted. However after searching high and low I believe I am where I am meant to be in this moment!