#barnsley Christmas trees

[christmastreesbarnsley]

Nutcrackers!

Lots in the nursery shop

#pothousehamlet

#silkstone

[horsfields]

We’ve been busy potting Amaryllis bulbs!

Time to plant, lots in pots ready or we have loose ones in gift boxes too.

Certainly a show stopper when they flower

Amaryllis are in indoor bulb.

When they flower they are magnificent.

They like well drained compost, so add a bit of grit or sand when planting

Stay fit, stay healthy. Keep gardening!

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[digitalescapeinc]

Christmas at Barnsley Gardens

Christmas at Barnsley Gardens

Christmas time at Barnsley gardens. You can see a Christmas tree in the ruins of the original house at Barnsley gardens.

[renatedagmarmilada]

6th Dec. going to Iceland shopping, special for pensioners.

slovakian Marusia, Barnsley rd Sheffield,  blonde and gorgeous, Longley College Sheffield and Norman, career thief from Oswestry Rd corner thief family, dally across the road outside the Care Home hour after hour, broke in yesterday.. he through the wardrobes, she picking at things, looked into my mending bag etc.. She must have money somewhere /what on my tiny pension? How? the slovakian criminal fraternity welcomed by Sheffield council round Upperthorpe robbed my home at least twice weekly from when they arrived, and their ''uncle Bohdan of Hillsborough, Cecilia's husband, actually a Serb-- 13 counts of theft one of manslaughter in Slovakia, found some Euros in my bedroom drawer at one of their thieving forrays, wife also and all their children, when they brought home Serhijushas of Longley /, Eva's husband father Paulette and Serhij, // biological Son Danny, at the school where I used to teach years ago, Euros I had left over from my trip to my old children's home in Bavaria, twice, where my dear friend Sister Engleberta was still working, who had been a novice when I was there, my second children's home- I had kept it so I would not have to exchange - He gave one lot to Mladich, up Addis Rd - Bettina's son from a russian soldier, and gave him £10 for it, as I was going back soon I had hoped to have enough for train and food initially. Stuart Brinkley of Bethnal Green, super rich, of lab st barths Human Research also took 5 thou out of my Thomas Cook card I had been saving for my next visit to my old home, at the same time leaving me in Munich penniless..I think the other, Bohdan receiver for lab st barths human research along with Fransesca, daughter of Cecilia Addis Str Upperthorpe, Sheffield,  took to the bank himself, as they actually have many thousands in the bank--/ left an insignia of his visit on the lounge floor-- I'll steal one of the baubles from her little Christmas tree-- ofcourse, Communist reared..took more bits and pieces...then messed about over the road by the Care Home as they do many a mornings..Why Marusia? you honestly can't find someone more suitable- and for heavens sake, he is your third try!!--thieves drag you down to their level intime.. I was a College teacher for long enough to know that..

[quillsandadverbials]

It won’t be home.

Alice was first evacuated in September 1939, but she soon returned home for Christmas. After several months of vicious dogfights across the country, the war in the air had stopped and the Jerrys began bombing the largest cities in the country. The German’s had bombed many buildings close to Alice’s home in London. The most terrifying concern was that a house, hit by an incendiary bomb, had been entirely demolished seven doors down from hers. Alice’s mother knew that she would have to return the children to Grimethorpe. Grimethorpe, where the Smith’s family had taken them in with open arms, was a place of safety.

 On Saturday 14th June, Alice awoke amongst a sea of bodies. She felt lonely, afraid and tense. Ridges of shoulders, hips, and waves of hair surrounded every inch of floor as far as the eye could see. Beside her, Georgie, her little brother lay still. His chest rose and fell slowly, and she watched him for what seemed like an eternity. After a short while had past, she nudged his shoulder. Georgie woke with a start.

 “Mum?” whimpered Georgie.

“It’s ok. Mum will be back soon, and we will be setting off,” shushed Alice.

“She’s not back?” questioned Georgie with a frown on his face.

Alice whispered calmly, “Her shift with the service ended thirty minutes ago.”

Georgie’s eyes lifted upwards as he called, “Mummy!”

 Alice and Georgie’s mother stumbled over the many blankets, boxes and bodies that scattered Piccadilly underground station. Her face was weary, but she smiled a dazzling smile. Her night would have been chaotic, and she would have been putting out at least a dozen fires with the Women’s Auxiliary service. The bombing would have raged through the night, and Alice thoroughly understood the danger that her mother would have been in. Alice’s mother would have remained in an Anderson shelter until the noise of the Luftwaffe and their military ammunition had disappeared. When it was deemed clear, she and her colleagues could bring out the hundreds of metres of hosepipes and begin putting out the fires that licked furiously at the burning rubble.

 As they walked out of the underground with trepidation, acrid smoke filled the air. Dark clouds of soot and ash filtered down to the ground. In front of Alice, was a smouldering pile of brick and rubble. Timber embers glowed weakly amongst damp and sodden trinkets and building material. The faces of the people, who had bunkered down in the underground, were drawn out and their eyes filled with water. Sobbing and weak whimpers could be heard all around. Alice’s mother held both children firmly, and she pulled them along through the crowds. The twenty-six minute walk from Piccadilly to Waterloo station was gruelling. Not one of them talked. Their bags had been packed the night before last. At what seemed like an age, the little family arrived at Waterloo. Children rushed forwards clinging to their mothers. The trains on the platform hummed gently. Alice, Georgie and their mother stopped at a long wooden table covered in a white sheet. List upon list of children’s names were splayed out on top.

 “Name?” said the elderly gentleman behind the desk.

“Georgie and Alice Brown,” said Alice’s mother.

“Gas mask, sandwiches and belongings listed in the guidance with them?” questioned the man.

Alice’s mother spoke confidently, “All there. I checked and double checked two nights ago.”

“Carriage three. Mrs Brown, you must hurry. The train will be departing in three minutes,” gestured the man as he held out two nametags, one for each child.

Tired and worn out from the night’s work, Mrs Brown ushered the children to carriage three. She took Georgie’s hat off his head, and she smoothed down his hair. Georgie took his hat, but he did not replace it onto his head. He tightly held it against his chest, and streams of silent tears rolled down his face. Mrs Brown took out her handkerchief and mopped his damp cheeks. She turned to Alice and kissed her gently on her forehead. Mrs Brown soothed them onto the steps without a word. They did not say goodbye. Perhaps, the children would see their mother in a month or two. It was not a long stay, but at least the Smiths had invited her up north for a short break away from the bombing raids. It would give her the relief she craved when she missed her children far too much.

As the train pulled away from the station, Mrs Brown waved them off, and she held back the tears behind her eyes. She had to appear strong, for she did not want her children to know the pain that she felt in her heart. The children would be safe, and she would be dousing the fires amongst the city of London. She would be busy.

 Before long, the trained chugged along the tracks at a steady pace. Puffs of smoke and steam hurtled past the carriage window. Alice watched emotionlessly out of the window. Georgie’s face was puffy and red, yet he had stopped crying. Green trees, lush emerald grass and creatures with smooth, spotted fur whizzed out of sight. The view was a source of entertainment for all of the children packed into small carriages. One field, which was plastered in an assortment of colourful flowers, was home to what Alice first thought were balls of white clouds. She had read about these animals in class. They were sheep. Along the journey, she would be tired of seeing the bumbling creatures before they arrived at their destination.

 Soon, they arrived in Barnsley. It was a strange town. Alice and Georgie had been there not long ago. The people talked in a foreign language, and the air was much chillier up north. It would never be home. After they had piled out of carriage three, a young woman in a beige Macintosh escorted them. The coat looked old. It had been repaired at the shoulder seems with a grey cotton. The cotton did not fit in with the coat, and it stuck out like a sore thumb. It was a sign that the effects of the war were everywhere. Make do and mend was the slogan that rung in Alice’s ears as she marched up towards the town hall. The Smiths would be waiting there with their son Thomas.

 Within twenty minutes, they were in a large reception room within the grand town hall. They waited nervously. Alice was perched on a prickly, wooden bench, and Georgie played with his tin car at her feet. Alice’s glossy eyes darted around the room, and she was disappointed. Georgie kept glancing up at Alice, but she did not return his gaze. He knew that she was panicking. He couldn’t help her. He was only eight. She was four years older, and she was the responsible one. Her coat was buttoned up tightly, yet it fit loosely around her shoulders. It had been their mothers. A hand-me-down present for her twelfth birthday. She fiddled with the string above the box that poked at her side. Her short hair bristled against her shoulders. Mrs Brown had not smoothed her hair down as she had Georgie’s. Alice would have fought her off as she was too old to be coddled. All the blood had drained from her cheeks, and her lip quivered with fear. Occasionally, assigned families had failed to pick up the evacuees from the reception points, and families were separated. She feared the unknown, and she did not wish to be torn away from her younger brother. Several hours passed extremely slowly, and the hope in Alice’s eyes began to fade. Georgie had stopped glancing at his sister as it was giving him nauseating butterflies in his tummy. He looked at the impressive, ornate wooden doors of the room. The handle of the door twitched, and a family of three squeezed through. The Smiths had arrived. Alice swabbed her eyes. They had not abandoned the children after all. The family’s promise to take them in, a second time around, would be fulfilled. They would have a roof over their head, and warm substantial meals would fill their belly. Now, the children had only one worry. They would pray nightly. Their only wish was for their mother to be safe in the distant city of London.

[sheshedthings]

The Barnsley Shedders are working remotely to help Philip make the Christmas tree for the Worsbrough Mill Christmas trail. Isn’t that wonderful?

[sachaferrier]

WAS IT A WASTE OF INK??

Whenever looking for inspiration, I find my self trawling the internet, gazing longingly at the food images, watching hours of videos before compiling my own list of ideas to create back at the studio. I rely heavily on the internet, would be lost without google images and the huge 27" backlit screen to view them on...how things have changed!!

Recently, I pulled a pile of magazines from the gloomy depths of the garage in a vain attempt to discard unwanted hoardings. admittedly I struggle to throw anything, everything has a degree of sentiment, my conscience repeats "may be useful one day" and so the idea of just throwing, fades as quickly as it appeared. Faced with a pile of the 'Gourmet Traveller' magazines from over ten years ago, I found my self leafing through the pages, gazing at the Donna Haye food images, reminiscing over recipes, admiring the lighting and print quality of each publication.

There is something long forgotten and quite magical about the printed picture. In the same way I think that people have returned to the allure of the dusty vinyl, and surely not for the sound quality, but to actually hold within your fingers a physical object, to explore the text, admire the imagery and feel as though you have something of substance. The magazines, I sat quietly perusing, for me delivered the same enjoyment. Its been a long time since my chef days, when every month without fail, I would acquire a new book, subscribe to a thick overpriced food magazine, religiously devouring the contents, until placing with pride onto the bookshelf. In all honesty, I think once read they attracted more dust than interest, but never the less they were mine, trophies of my trade, collectable pieces of art, of which, held as much importance as the vinyls on the shelf below.

The vinyl's went first, finding solace inside a heavy-duty box, into the cold dusty darkness of the attic they travelled, pushed behind the baubles and Christmas tree. The cd's, I refused to except as a replacement, had won, brainwashed me into a life of effortless disco, into realising that I could jump through tracks at the flick of a switch ... the stylus and two penny piece had now gone forever. 

Over the years, the magazines, I fear knew their fate, they slowly became the elephant in the room, watching over me as I replaced the gloss of paper for the glow of screen. There was no need to sit with a damp finger leafing through pages any more, now, I could sit with a cup of tea, biscuit and a keyboard, copying, pasting and reaching further afield than the any of the books could ever offer.

After a few hours, and a now, wrinkled finger tip, I piled the magazines and their thicker hard back siblings, back into their makeshift graves and loaded them into the car. Rather than discard, I offered the artefacts of days gone by to Barnsley catering college, explaining that although they were a cumbersome instrument of the past, the students may find use for them. The senior lecturer welcomed my contribution with open arms, and I left feeling as though I had fostered out a whole clan of children to a more rewarding and hopefully appreciative family, those pages would be flicked once again with fresh eyes.

So after this painful adoption process, I accepted that I no longer needed these objects, but alas, I actually enjoyed my final foray, I realised that possibly I could engage people through my own printed work. I decided to create a magazine (of pamphlet thickness) highlighting my own work and skill sets. I'd forgotten how enjoyable the process of creating pages, adjusting the layout, adding text and colour management could actually be. During my studies I had created quite a few books using Indesign and Blurb, and once I began the knowledge came flowing back. To be fair the process is fairly easy, as long as your organised, the hardest part was profiling to CMYK, and then proofing to ensure colour match.

One thing I have noticed over the years, is that every image to an extent looks good on the screen, bright and appealing, but when setting up for print your perspective changes. Its all too easy nowadays to fill a website or social platform with every image taken, to question why photographers charge, when in fact, photography is relatively easy, and pretty much fool proof (An argument for another day). Yet this process challenged me. It challenged me to reassess my work, look again at composition, colour and exposure, the process saw me discard quite a few from the pile, accepting now that they may not be as good as first thought. Yet on a more positive note, I've pulled images from the backup drive, images of which, had given up the ghost, images that had found their own dusty attic, albeit a digital one.

So finally the pamphlet thickness magazine is finished, the initial proof copies have been approved and the order has been placed for a neat stack. My intention is, to send these out to existing clients, potential and contacts, I'm hoping that the receipt of a physical website, a printed page, of which you can hold, admire and use a long forgotten damp fingertip to flick through, will strike new interest towards my work. It has for me, opened my eyes, filled me with some long overdue refreshed insight into where my work is, and what needs to be revisited, or discarded, in order to move forward. The printed copies may well find themselves lining the bottom of a rusty basket or simply become a coaster, big enough for six coffee rims. Yet, whatever the outcome, the ink was worth it, this has become more than a marketing tool, more than a flashy business card. The process had turned into a reflective process, which has refreshed and relit the the fuse of creativity. 

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Bahamas

Posted 17 January 2019

We spent christmas day with Helen and Chris off ‘Tyee’, Helen’s son Sam, and his girlfriend Tammy, and Ian, of ‘Scott Free’, and his friends Mark and Sharon.

Great game of Petanque later – boys with the rusty balls, versus girls with shiny balls.

Boxing day – windy again, tried swimming – too cold; bike ride – too hot.

Hopetown – anchored out, long dinghy ride into the little town. Ashore - a breadfruit tree planted by Captain Bligh! Pretty little town – all the woodwork is brightly coloured, but with softer ‘opal fruit’ colour schemes, rather than the exuberantly garish clashing colours of Barbados and St Lucia.

New Years eve: To Guana Cay, fireworks at midnight, drinks aboard Tyee, Kealoha then Scott Free.

Now back in Marsh Harbour for some more shopping. Snorkelling off Mermaid Reef – wonderful coloured fish, many different sorts.

5 Jan

Waiting back in Marsh Harbour. We headed south a few days ago, only to find a problem with the gearbox, the engine room awash with a disgusting emulsion of gearbox oil and other miscellaneous fluids. We sailed back to Marsh Harbour, using the dinghy to push the boat the last mile into the harbour. A mechanic – James – has diagnosed a failure of one of the seals on the gearbox, so we are now stuck here waiting for parts, then getting fixed.

Meanwhile, one of the winches on the mast was starting to wear out (one of the pawls was sticking, and the socket it sits in has worn so it doesn’t move properly). In conversation with another cruiser, Mike located a spare, which we have now cleaned and reassembled. Easier said than done – to disassemble it was like solving one of those Christmas cracker puzzles – there was a hidden flat spring washer deep in the innards of the thing, which has to be wiggled out before the thing will come apart. A fiendish and less than brilliant design. Some swearing occurred.

The main problem at the moment is getting the old one off the mast – it has probably been in situ for 40 years, the five large stainless steel screws corroded solidly into the aluminium mast. Spray, wiggle, thump, wait, repeat – over 3 days so far.

On the plus side, it does mean we will be here long enough for my new glasses to be sent out.

7 Jan 2019

Managed to get the final screw out of the winch on the mast, and did the preliminary work getting the transmission out – got all the hoses and other connections off, just thwarted by the four nuts on the main coupling which are – yes, seized. Spray, wiggle, thump, repeat…..

A slow day, pottering round trying to get stuff done, achieving very little. Ray joined us again for dinner, with more of his fighting stories from a long life lived at sea. Nice boat – ‘winddancer’.

Fingers crossed we get some news tomorrow from James the mechanic – parts ordered yet, I wonder?

Tomorrow we plan to move winches around to get the new one installed on the mast, and get a better working unit bodged from parts for the main sheet. The one there is fine, but we can improve it slightly. Too convoluted (and boring) to explain, but simple enough to do.

Watermaker still not working – another little job for tomorrow, if we get round to it.

To get into the swing for later on, we watched ‘Thunderball’, most of which was set around here. The main cave used as Largo’s lair is a great snorkelling location, en route further south. The scenery here looks exactly like the set for the film – shallow reefs, amazing snorkelling, low lying land with low rise buildings, palm trees, sandy beaches. Not bad considering the film was made in 1965. Sean Connery lives around here somewhere, although sadly he has a reputation as an ‘ornery old cuss’. Probably wont be dropping in for a rum punch.

12 Jan 2019

Gearbox is off ashore, probably in bits. Not sure if the new parts have been ordered.

The rear seal on the crankshaft has also failed, so there is oil everywhere. That too needs replacing.

The watermaker remains broken – no real appetite to investigate it, and it has proven not to be self-healing.

And now the gas has run out. Mike has taken the bottle ashore, and needs to take it on a 3-mile taxi trip to get it re-filled, or we will be without until Monday.

And it is cold. Not UK-cold, but shut-the-door, put-a-jumper-on cold.

17 Jan 2019

A lovely day out on ‘Scintilla’ with Rachel and Woody from Barnsley, with 20-month old Mabel. Sailed out to Man-o-war Cay, snorkelling, caught a lobster. Tried and failed to get their boat to tack – something wrong with the sail balance.

Our gear box is turning into an epic tale of woe. The mechanic, who yesterday advised that it was ‘all good’ and a repair was ‘100% straightforward’ now advises that the parts alone, not including labour, shipping or tax, would be $5000. We are sitting here now still stunned – we’ve looked online, and we can get a new one in the UK for £500. A day on the phone tomorrow, methinks, exploring options.

Still have not touched the watermaker. Not really in the mood for more bad news. 

[christmastreesbarnsley]

Merry Christmas and Thank You!

As the season comes to a close, we want to extend a heartfelt thank you to all our wonderful customers for making this Christmas season so special. Your support means the world to our small family business, and we’re grateful to have been able to serve you.

If you need a Christmas tree at any time of the year, we’re here to help! Just give us a call on 01226 790441, and we’ll be happy to assist.

Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a joyful New Year!

From all of us at Horsfields

[horsfields]

Pot Grown Nordmann Fir

Plenty to choose from.

Did you know that there is a big difference between ‘pot grown’ & ‘potted’

Pot grown are what they say they are! Grown in a pot.

‘Potted’ are dug up for Christmas sales.

When digging up a tree to put into a pot they need to have a decent size root ball to survive.

Most Christmas trees sold as ‘potted’ will not survive after Christmas due to the root ball not being large enough and damaged so that it can fit into a small pot.

Confused? Pop in and we can help!

We will start chopping some early #christmastrees ready to choose from and have these outside the nursery shop & in the Pennine Greenhouse soon.

We have a selection of pick and chop your own Nordman Fir at the top of the nursery this year too.

We chop little and often, on demand, so you can be assured of their freshness.

Do you know the age of your #Christmastree ?

We plant Norman Fir & Norway Spruce saplings in the field aged 4

We start to chop them at a minimum of 9 years growth.

Some of our #christmas trees are 35 years plus!

Have a look and see how old yours is!

We grow trees from 1ft to 35ft.

We grow various varieties both pot grown and field grown.

Horsfields Nursery Tel:- 01226 790441

Info@horsfieldsnursery.co.uk

Horsfields Nursery

Pot House Hamlet

Silkstone

Barnsley

South Yorkshire

S75 4JU

We are open seven days a week.

10am - 4pm

Beautiful plants in a beautiful place

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10 Things To Do at Christmas in Barnsley, United Kingdom

Are you spending Christmas in Barnsley, United Kingdom? There are plenty of things to do at Christmas in Barnsley, United Kingdom, includes Christmas Fireworks, and many more festive celebrations. Find all you need to know about the festive season in the capital, from Christmas markets and Barnsley shopping to sparkling Christmas lights and trees. #10. read more >> http://www.fellowburger.com/10-things-to-do-at-christmas-in-barnsley-united-kingdom/

[christmastreesbarnsley]

We now have plenty of our #homegrown #freshly chopped Christmas trees in our greenhouses to choose from.

Nordman Fir prices start from £25

Prices and sizes to suit all requirements.

We grow both field and pot grown trees 1ft to 35ft, various varieties.

Looking to chop your own Nordman Fir Christmas tree?

We can do that too!

Horsfields Nursery Tel: 01226 790441

Open seven days a week 10am - 4pm

Info@horsfieldsnursery.co.uk

Horsfields Nursery

Pot House Hamlet

Silkstone

Barnsley

South Yorkshire

S75 4JU

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[christmastreesbarnsley]

The smaller chop your own Nordman Fir Christmas

These trees were planted at 4 years old in 2018.

We grow trees from 1ft to 35ft. Sizes and prices to suit all needs.

We grow various varieties both pot grown and field grown.

Looking for November gardening tips?

Click on our link to listen

https://youtu.be/hM9Iiw1fWx0

Horsfields Nursery Tel:- 01226 790441

Info@horsfieldsnursery.co.uk

Horsfields Nursery

Pot House Hamlet

Silkstone

Barnsley

South Yorkshire

S75 4JU

We are open seven days a week.

10am - 4pm

Beautiful plants in a beautiful place

#pothousehamlet

#christmastrees

#placestovisitbarnsley

#horsfieldsnursery

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#christmastreefarm

#christmastreespenistone

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[christmastreesbarnsley]

More Christmas decorations have arrived.

Why not pop in and have a look in the nursery shop?

Horsfields Nursery Tel:- 01226 790441

Info@horsfieldsnursery.co.uk

Horsfields Nursery

Pot House Hamlet

Silkstone

Barnsley

South Yorkshire

S75 4JU

We are open seven days a week.

10am - 4pm

Beautiful plants in a beautiful place

www.horsfieldsnursery.co.uk

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[christmastreesbarnsley]

It’s wreath making time!

Looking to make your own wreath?

We have mossed lots of wreath rings if you’re looking to cut out the first stage and make life easier

We have all the kit you could possibly need in our nursery shop!

Rings

Wire

Moss

Ribbon

Cones

Lotus

Red berries

Cinnamon

Oranges

Orange slices

Acorns

Gold and silver spray etc….

Why not give it a go. It’s great fun.

On Wednesday 13th November 10.30am we are having our staff wreath refresher demo in the greenhouse.

Everyone is welcome to come and watch and see how we make wreaths and pick up some hints and tips.

We will then start to make lots of wreaths for sale and can help and advise on how to make them too.

Our wreaths are handmade here at the nursery using many natural ingredients grown on the nursery including our Holly, conifer and own Nordmann Fir from our fields.

We now have Nordmann Fir branches freshly chopped from our fields ready for sale too.

No two wreaths are ever the same.

They are all unique.

We also have a digital album of some of our wreaths on FB.

Check it out for ideas

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Horsfields Nursery Tel: 01226 790441

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Horsfields Nursery

Pot House Hamlet

Silkstone

Barnsley

South Yorkshire

S75 4JU

We are open seven days a week. 10am - 4pm

Beautiful plants in a beautiful place

#christmastreesbarnsley

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www.horsfieldsnursery.co.uk

[christmastreesbarnsley]

It’s wreath making time!

Looking to make your own wreath?

We have all the kit you could possibly need in our nursery shop!

Rings

Wire

Moss

Ribbon

Cones

Lotus

Red berries

Cinnamon

Oranges

Orange slices

Acorns

Gold and silver spray etc….

Why not give it a go. It’s great fun.

On Wednesday 13th November 10.30am we are having our staff wreath refresher demo in the greenhouse.

Everyone is welcome to come and watch and see how we make wreaths and pick up some hints and tips.

We will then start to make lots of wreaths for sale and can help and advise on how to make them too.

Our wreaths are handmade here at the nursery using many natural ingredients grown on the nursery including our Holly, conifer and own Nordmann Fir from our fields.

We now have Nordmann Fir branches freshly chopped from our fields ready for sale too.

No two wreaths are ever the same.

They are all unique.

We also have a digital album of some of our wreaths on FB.

Check it out for ideas

https://www.facebook.com/pg/christmastreesbarnsley/photos/?tab=album&album_id=949474698453868

Horsfields Nursery Tel: 01226 790441

Info@horsfieldsnursery.co.uk

Horsfields Nursery

Pot House Hamlet

Silkstone

Barnsley

South Yorkshire

S75 4JU

We are open seven days a week. 10am - 4pm

Beautiful plants in a beautiful place

#christmastreesbarnsley

#hollywreaths

#handmade #homemade #homemadewreath #conewreaths #naturalwreath

#crafty

#cones #acorns #hessian

#wreath

#barnsleywreathmaking

#lotus

#crafty

#pothousehamlet

#silkstone #thingstodopenistone

#hessian

#wreathdemo

#wreathmaking

#makeyourownwreath

www.horsfieldsnursery.co.uk