Fairy lights and fossils.

After all the stress and darkness of the last few days I decided to remind myself of the good things.

Here are just some of them.

This is our mantelpiece. Fairy lights, fossils, a rose, sweet peas, chamomile, lavender and thyme in my Mum's old cottage jug, crystals (the glowy one is labradorite) and the 1950's clock I bought myself for my birthday with gift money (and my painting reflected in the mirror).

Big tomatoes surviving tomato blight.

Free blackberries from the bottom of the garden.

And more to come.

Beautiful sunsets.

Laughing catton.

Surprised catton.

Sleepy cattons keeping their Dad warm.

Wild ponies on Dartmoor.

That don't mind you getting close.

The rose we bought the day we collected George from the hospital. It smells so sweet.

Our little patch of dirt.

Space.

Making new things with space for names.

Funky?

Oh, and the most goodest thing of all good things?

You have to ask?

xxx

Open spaces

baaaa

I've been grumpy and twitchy today, distracted and elsewhere, uncomfortable in my skin, lacking in concentration and clumsy. (I'm not pregnant)

Ray took me out this afternoon to find some space.

And some peace.

And we did.

A long day out and a long blog

I was woken up by Ray this morning, "Let's get up and go somewhere". This my dear friends is a somewhat rare event in our house. Not the going somewhere bit but the Ray being awake before me bit.

We decided on Glastonbury, place of myths and legends, hippies, pilgrims, King Arthur seekers, money and tourists. The town is full of alternative shops selling everything from organic museli to Buddha statues to tarot cards to bongs.

We decided to walk up the Tor.

Just a bit of a stroll to the top of a hill...

We passed a man carrying his baby in a sling... I told Ray that he would have to be the carrier of our baby-who-will-live when we climb hills. He said that we would stick to flat places for a while when that happens.

Half way up and many, many, many rests along the way I began to question my sanity...
Whose idea was this?

When we reached an altitude where the birds were flying level with our heads I began to question my oxygen supply.

And then an elderly couple passed us on their way down and I began to question my fitness level.

Are we nearly there yet?

Oh thank goodness.

Hmm... is that all there is?


We rested for a while, took in the incredible view and then walked (or in my case limped, bloody plantar heel fascist) into the town to visit the abbey ruins.

Quite impressive.

Although not religious I can appreciate the impact this place would have had on early pilgrims.

Quite atmospheric.

Ray decided that he had something to preach...
And also that he would quite like to be worshipped...
Yes dear, that will be happening one of these days I'm sure.

We drove home and stopped at our favourite Indian restaurant for a takeaway. I would have posted a photo of our lovely meal but it wouldn't stay on the plate long enough.

Oh and just to prove that spring really is coming to England...

Rainy day adventure

This morning we weren't sure whether we should bother... duh, of course we should.

At times on Dartmoor, the horizontal rain was so hard that it almost stopped the car.

We drove amongst the rain clouds.

The ground was soaked.
The rivers were flowing fast.We stopped for a moment to watch the rain flowing along a road. You can hear the car being battered.


After a cup of tea and a sandwich, on to Salcombe where it merely drizzled.

Where the houses have saggy bellys too.

And boat sheds become funky shops.

Where the boats overwinter in the car park.

And the portholes have cute curtains.

Almost home and the clouds cleared.

But not for long.

And yes of course, George was with us today on our rather damp adventure.

And finally, this monster is what currently fills our boot (trunk or whatever term you use) Ray bought it from a friend for £20 and we're selling it for £80. It provides 91 decibels of bass heavy, bone shaking almost ear bleeding noise that shakes the car (and me). It is also so heavy that it significantly slows us down when going up our countryside's steep hills, hence the reason for sale. (my thinking is that we will need the space for a push chair) Ray is heartbroken but is already looking on ebay for it's smaller, lighter replacement. He very kindly turns it down for my much tamer listening pleasure and I'll miss it because he loves it.