I went with Luke to take photos of no. 8, the upstairs flat for sale a couple of days ago. It reminded me of our happy few days camping out there when we first moved to Forgebank and our house wasn’t quite ready. Some of Luke’s photos are great so I thought I’d share some of them and my memories of that time with you all.
This is the view from the side window of the river, the common house terrace and the sedum roof.
Terrace F looks lovely in the evening sun (right).
Back in September Polly and Martha loved sitting in that window watching the builders and their JCBs...
To the south you can see the other side of the river. While we were staying there the trees were gradually changing colour; at this time of year you can see the cyclists and walkers on the Millenium path in the distance. Of course from the balcony you get a 180 degree view of all this, how lovely!
Gill downstairs is lovely, the perfect neighbour, always calm and smiling. When I found myself with a just fallen asleep baby Isla amongst a flat full of bouncy older children I just carried her downstairs so she could enjoy her sleep in the peace and quiet of Gill's flat! We only heard some just discernible music once and apparently she was playing it very loud, and incredibly all she heard of our noisy family of four was Polly’s little footsteps occasionally when she ran around!
The flat will be included in the tour 1.30pm this Sunday (27th January). Meet at the Common House, 9 Forgebank Walk, Halton, Lancaster LA2 6FD if you want to come along.
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Sunday, January 6, 2013
Some people hate Christmas...all that family, materialism, jollity. Me I love it, but I live with someone who is not so keen (a bit bah humbug even), so it was great to have people around who love the build up as much as I do.
Everything became an opportunity to have fun and to do stuff ourselves - the talents that emerged were phenomenal. There was the evening spent decorating the Common House Christmas tree - we all got to bring our favourite decorations and watch the children have a ball (while having one ourselves).
Then there was Pink Elephant, a sophisticated version of Secret Santa. We all brought along presents and had the chance to swap them for the presents other people had brought, so for once we could get the one we really wanted. I ended up with the promise of a loaf of freshly baked bread delivered to my door on the morning of my choice, but it could have been a mini bee hive, an outdoor thermometer or black salt.
I managed to get back to Lancaster for New Year’s Eve. When someone suggested a cohousing revue, some cringed, but enough of us were brave/foolhardy enough to give it a go. In the end it was an extraordinary show of talents: verbal, musical and comical. We have saved some of the rhymes and lyrics for posterity...
Saturday, January 5, 2013
One of the Lancaster Cohousing highlights of 2011 was when we came together at Arnside YHA for a weekend in December , to celebrate signing our formal agreements to lease. We took advantage of the YHA Winter Warmer offer, which is a great deal... those of us who weren't members already took out a group membership, and we pretty much took the place over for two nights.
A year on, many of us have moved in and we see each other all the time... but in October Lucy sent a message round saying that she and Huw and their family were going to spend a weekend at Arnside again in December, if anyone fancied joining them. And quite a few of us did!
It's well known that train journeys make you hungry, even short ones, so when we arrived in Arnside it seemed only right to head for the (excellent) fish and chip shop. Some had peas, some had beans, some had coffee, some had tea, some had juice, but we all enjoyed it very much indeed.
This was all in preparation for walking up Arnside Knott, of course, which we did in two parties: the advance group, with the smaller walkers and their pie-carriers went first, while the others took our bags to the YHA then caught us up. We made it to the top before they reached us, which was very pleasing.
There was nothing else for it, we had to go to the pub. On the way there, we met Jon cycling up the hill, coming to join us after a run further up the coast. He didn't take much persuading to turn round and come with us to the Albion, where ale, mulled wine and more hot chocolate were enjoyed.
We did make it back up the hill to the hostel in the end... to find our various rooms and then head down for dinner. Arnside YHA has its own chef and everything is cooked to order on site. Apparently this is quite unusual... I say apparently because I am relatively new to youth hostelling as a grown up, in fact if you'd told me three years ago that I'd be a YHA member by now I'd have laughed you out of town... but I can report that the food was splendid. As was the sleep -- if you'd told me three years ago that I'd be going to bed at 9.30pm on a Saturday night I'd have laughed you out of town again, but it's tiring, all this eating and walking up hills and beer drinking.
One thing that was interesting though was how aware I was of the draughty old building, and though I was perfectly warm enough in bed under my YHA duvet and blanket, how hard it was getting undressed in a chilly bedroom, so used am I to my nice warm eco-home.