I am currently on holiday but thought I should acknowledge a milestone for my little blog. It is now two years since I started blogging properly. When I get my teeth into something, I generally stick at it for a while but doing this for two years was totally unexpected. My blog birthday is here and I am grateful to all the wonderful readers and contributors who have helped me get this far.
Although I had a free WordPress blog for a while, I rarely used it. Once in a while I would write a book review or poem but it was very much a hobby.
Then, at the end of May 2022, I made a decision to blog regularly and establish a site that celebrated the things that I enjoy. In doing so, I became a part of the brilliant blogging community. As a result, I have made some blogger buddies and appreciated making valued connections and friendships.
Things I Have Achieved
At the time of writing, I now have 983 followers, written 671 posts and welcomed many wonderful guest posts.
I have also joined an incredible group of bloggers called ‘The Climate Change Collective’ where we celebrate environmental initiatives. Each month we take turns to write posts, including recent research and practical methods to help fight global warming.
Here is our May article for you to have a look at:
Thank you so much for supporting my blog and taking time to respond to my articles with comments.I really appreciate the love my blog has felt and look forward to another year of producing lifestyle articles. If you haven’t already followed the blog, please consider it.
On it’s second blog birthday, I think I will have to raise a glass in appreciation for the blogging community.
Sometimes I feel like just taking stock of what I am up to with regards to writing and blogging. This post is to let you know what my current projects are and how I am getting on with these.
As a teacher, I have to be very organised in order to write fresh content. I also want to keep expanding my horizons because one day I want to write for a living.
My blog is nearly two years old and I have varied the amount of content I produced. Lately I have tried to be more consistent and I can see the engagement has gone up. Here are a couple of recent articles I am proud of:
I have also decided to really get into podcasting again. I dallied in it once before but did not make enough time to grow the podcast. Now I have decided to make sure I produce some spoken content weekly, even if just a small amount.
Howard Royston Potts (a writer and active member of the twitter writing community) kindly offered to produce a reflective blog post for me and I was pleased he did. In his usual style of writing about his own memories, warts and all, he has come up with a piece about country homes in England. Enjoy the article and please comment your own thoughts, if you can.
The TV programme ‘Through the Keyhole’ is where a person is sent to rummage around a famous person or celebrity’s home and give clues as to whom it is, for a panel of four people to try to guess the name of the person who lives there.
I was born in the Hardwick Hall in Sedgefield, a great big country house, in June 1955. The place had been requisitioned as a Maternity Home after the war and these days it is rather a nice hotel. Whether this was the reason for me being given the rather grand title of Howard Royston Potts, I will never know, but the first ten years of my life was spent in a northern mining village, attending the local village school with what can be only described as a feral life.
It wasn’t until we moved to a small town a short way away that I realised we were being brought up in the midst of country estates and landed gentry. In fact, my uncle lived in the stud farm of Streatlam Castle for years. Unfortunately, they blew up the castle after the war and the footings were still visible at the side of the drive. To the left of that was The Orangerie, albeit with no glass remaining. The Stud Farm was at the back of the woods behind where the castle had been. We loved to go as kids and play in the woods, as long as we didn’t upset the gamekeepers. We would go and collect hundreds of mushrooms in the vast parkland. We’d also catch mice in the magnificent stable block. It was a boys’ wonderland, much better than a theme park and I was so jealous of my cousin Peter who lived there. Never knowing in those days that this was the Bowes Lyon Estate where the Queen’s mother was brought up.
I used to cycle for five miles to spend my free days with the local blacksmith and visit quite a number of other large country estates to help shoe the horses. I would pump the bellows to heat up the shoes, or hold the horses and ponies whilst they were shod. The Zetland Hunt was my favourite as they had the smartest horses and their own brazier to heat the shoes up with. Very posh in my eyes at age 14 (ish).
I eventually started working on farms and decided that horses would always be my hobby but would never be my job. So I started working on local farms and eventually went to Durham Agricultural College where I got my professional diploma. Then I started work big time and I also started partying BIG TIME!! I would think that back in the 70’s we all knew every farmer and horsey person within at least a 30 mile radius. Some were landed gentry and others weren’t, but nobody cared. Even out hunting, the Royals would show up from time to time and we all just mucked in together.
I had a great work life and a brilliant social life, but it all came to a sudden stop when family tragedies were thrust upon us. Two years that I would never ever want to repeat again, and my answer to it all was to run away abroad to get out of the heat.
11 years later, so around 1994, when I moved back up north, my friend Johnny was the groom at Wycliffe Hall, which wasn’t far away from Streatlam. Wycliffe is a huge place like a French Chateau, set in parkland next to the River Tees. Johnny lived in a wooden cottage set in the woods behind the stable block. I called in to see him one day after work and he invited me to stay for tea. I had our mutual friend Shirley living with me at the time, so I phoned her and she came for tea too. Johnny used to be her groom when she was married. After tea, Shirley decided she wanted to put some make-up on Johnny. Now dear reader, Johnny is a robust farmer’s son, so dressed in Wellies, wax jacket and ‘blue eye shadow’, it was a hilarious sight to see. We all decided to go for a walk around the estate as the owners were away on holiday and Johnny was there alone and had all the keys. We made a bee line to the house and went in for a good snoop!
We called it ‘Through the Keyhole!’ We slid down the banisters, went in the bedside tables, just like they did in the TV programme. We were so bad. Then we headed for the Stable Block where there were 4 double garages where we found every mode of transport imaginable. A horse drawn carriage, A Sinclair C5 car, A Jeep with the split windscreen, a butcher’s bike with basket on the front. It was amazing. Then we headed for the stone building in the woods, close to Johnny’s wooden shack. Inside was like a 1950’s hospital, tubular steel tables and chairs and hospital screens, really more like a film set. Shirley decided that it was a set from M.A.S.H and she was Hot Lips. Well it was hilarious. Johnny locked us in because he was getting bored. And the biggest thing afterwards was that we couldn’t say a thing to anyone, or Johnny would get the sack.
Not long afterwards the owners of Wycliffe moved away south and Johnny went to work at another country house near Bedale, North Yorkshire. We didn’t do a full ‘Through the keyhole’ when the owners were away but Johnny and I did have a bloody good snoop around.
Years later at Streatlam, I went to see Uncle Alan along with an Irish friend of mine, Ella. Uncle Alan was divorced and living alone, knew we were coming but was not at home when we got there. I called him on his mobile to say we were there. He was on his way, so to hurry him up and to have a laugh, I said, “You had better hurry up because Ella is in your underpants drawer and having a good rummage around”. There was a stone silence at the other end of the phone! It was hilarious. Uncle Alan is a staunch farmer through and through and lives in his small minded world where everything is black and white. His poor brain could not decipher what I had said to him, so making it ten times funnier for us.
One of my best friends these days is Simon Snowdon, or as I sometimes call him, “Lord Snooty”. I have known him since the 70’s but we became better friends when I got back from abroad. Back in the 70’s he had a lot of very tight blonde curls and looked for all the world like Shirley Temple. Nowadays he has matured and looks like Joe 90 with his specs on. Simon went to the same school as Prince Charles, and has a very clipped English, speaking voice, but he is so not that type. He and I like to push the boundaries as we say, and have a good laugh, much to his South African wife’s disdain.
Thank you so much to Howard for this fascinating and humorous post. He has also written a brilliant book about his life experiences, which is available on Amazon, called A Mile In My Shoes: A Travel Rep’s Tale. If you want to find Howard on Twitter, click here.