Living in a small town, supporting local is important to do, and sometimes all you can do.
We adore our farmers market that we visit a few times a week; giving us lower prices than the grocers on farm fresh produce and meat.
It’s the shops too – from coffee to vintage goods.
You know the owners, they know you. It’s a unique relationship that I will someday come to miss when we decide to move back to the states.
I’m appreciative of the small town businesses and understand how much support means to their livelihood.
Get out there and pay attention. Maybe it’s skipping Starbucks for your local shop, or buying a gift from a handmade shop. It’s important to the economy and good for the soul.
I feel like we’ve had a proper 3-day weekend. It started snowing early Friday and we enjoyed the dusting until last night.
I love how quiet the town goes during a snowfall.
Saturday I fought what felt like jet lag, but we managed to get out and mingle.
Sunday Funday was an absolute treat! We had a proper Italian feast. Holy deliciousness. Tutto benne. Homemade focaccia, gnocchi and tiramisu for dessert. But what does this southern belle bring to the ball? Trisha Yearwood’s Skillet Almond Shortbread. Thanks to a proper southern belle back home. The hits, Luc! Me loves it when a recipe is “stupid easy” y’all!
The cuddles, vino and snowfall. A much needed relaxing weekend as we gear up for a heavy week.
It still hasn’t sunk in that we’ll be in England this year celebrating Christmas. I am accustomed to travelling home each year. It’s the first Christmas at our own home, with a REAL tree, and perhaps a munchkin. Oh holy night.
I don’t know what to countdown to – My birthday? My parents coming in town? Christmas? Baby M?
Enjoying one of the last weekends as just us, we got the house ready for the holidays. We found a local farm selling Christmas trees, and to Andrew’s enjoyment, Christmas turkeys. We were offered an opportunity to pick out our still very-much-alive turkey, which turned out was not a good idea for me. (shudder).
For the tree, it is a proper Scottish Fir from Scotland! She’s a real beaut, Clark. Unlike the groomed Christmas trees you find perfectly lined-up at your big box retailer, we had to sort through piles of pine to find our fave. There really is something to supporting local businesses/farmers. For the decor, we opted for coloured lights; that’s what we always requested on the tree as kids.
Now, let’s educate you on a Shropshire Country Christmas.
Gift Boxes – Plenty of wrapping paper. Plenty of gift bags. Absolutely no gift boxes. I had to finally ask someone how they wrap presents, which left me feeling like a total dum-dum. “Put paper around the gift” seemed to be the consensus. Our presents under the tree will look like the ones from A Christmas Story. I kind of like the no-box idea.
Christmas Stockings – Slim pickings is putting it mildly. I have no idea where I’m going to find ours this year.
If you are looking for an Advent Calendar or mince pie, we got loads of those. I would have given anything to walk into a Target, Wal-Mart, whatever and see the holiday sections complete with too many selections of stockings, decorations, tree trimmings, etc.
Rome England. We’re going to embrace the cultural Christmas and create some of our own traditions.
Shrewsbury town centre Christmas Cracker festivities were this week, marking the official start to the holiday season. The town’s “festive lights” were switched on.
The celebration included the Mayor of Shrewsbury, the Town Crier, Martin Wood, who lead the parade of lanterns as part event. I finally met the 7’2 Town Crier. Big friendly giant. The nicest guy. You hear and see him coming miles away and he’s been the Shrewsbury Crier for 27 years.
(yes, that’s an official Gryffindor Harry Potter scarf – it actually keeps me warm)
This weekend we’ll be getting our Thanksgiving on – hoorah! 90s theme birthday bash and another lil surprise.
We ventured out into new Shropshire territory this weekend. I did mention it was glorious.
Earls Hill was suppose to be a nice Sunday trek, but I ended up scrambling up a goat track. We had the help of a mate otherwise it would have made for a much different post. I don’t know how they define “hills” around here, but for perspective, Kennesaw “Mountain” would be a gradual incline.
Me: (looking at the goat track) It’s not too high, and we’re at the top in about 10 min?
Mate/Tour Guide: Yep. Otherwise we take the nice easy trail but it takes about an hour.
Me: (looking up again at the goat track) I can see the top from here. We’re so close.
Andrew was smart and said nothing. I knew he wanted to go the quicker, more difficult way, but if I agreed and was miserable it was my own fault. My stubbornness got me in trouble. 7.5 months prego, schlepping it up a mountain. I patted my own back.
We put up with enough rain that on the sunny days we take full advantage of the outdoors. Stunning fall weekend. The leaves are turning beautiful colours. We got into loads of trouble this weekend, more to come latah!
We found an amazing coffeehouse in town. We are now Saturday morning regulars and after going a few times we learned the placed is owned by an American couple. It’s the only place in town that sales bagels, and anything with peanut butter.
Happy Fall y’all!
We hosted some American mates in town over the weekend. Being able to show friends around Shropshire always seems to make us love this place a little more.
You forget how absolutely spoiled rotten you are being able to walk everywhere and have direct access to some amazing hiking and neighbouring towns.
Our standard group tours include:
– Unlimited bulture
– Your weight in cider
– Lamb petting (subject to availability)
– One form of exercise a day
– Castle viewing
– 4 seasons in one day
– Dingle viewing
– Overview of Euro style
We are taking bookings! Come on across the pond y’all.