Holidays are over now. I have done really well this year with two weeks down in the West Country. I stayed in St Mawes with dear old friend J and daughter F in an opulent, luxurious seaside house with deep sofas, huge beds and impressive kitchen equipment. I had just about got used to the twiddly knobs on the cooker by the week`s end. There was a beautiful garden with palm trees and steps down to the sea, and we feasted on Cornish pasties, crab sandwiches and cream teas. I travelled by train this time and was overcome by kindness and helpfulness: there were several people positively competing to carry my case over the bridge at Truro, I must look even more decrepit than I had realised.
I have been very taken up with The Archers, culminating in the nail biting hour long episode on Sunday evening. What a relief to have a No Guilty verdict. Helen T has begun to feel like a member of my own family, and I was not the only one to be in this anxious state, surprising numbers of others are the same including, I have discovered, many elderly men.
I misled my readers in my last blog. Daughter J`s swim in Loch Lomond was not eight miles but one and a half miles. Even then J said she was very shivery for quite a while afterwards but she and G loved it and also long walks along the West Highland Way
My lovely choir The Larks started up again this morning, and it was bliss having a good sing at 9.15 in the morning. All the songs are simple harmonies, easy to learn and make you feel better. What a treat.