I `m just back from Cornwall. I had forgotten how far away it is. The extra miles from Ditchling to Winchester where I picked up friend B and her dog Charlie makes it a very long drive. We crawled along the A303 amongst the Glastonbury traffic. I always think I am nearly there when I get to Exeter and then realise it is not even half way. We also went to see dear friends near Penzance and that was miles and miles too but well worth it to see them. B. Wiggins loved the cottage up the creek as he could run in and out without fear of traffic as it is cut off except at low tide..
On the way home I stayed for a night at Alresford with friend D so did not have to do the whole journey in one go.Then I stopped off for a Retreat Day at The Blue Idiol, an oddly named Quaker Meeting House at Coolham, (once the home of William Penn, Quaker and founder of Pennsylvania). Whilst there we did a Walking Meditation and a puzzled B. Wiggins joined in, walking very slowly behind me.
Today I am battling with the solicitor again, trying to get a date for The Move. You would think I was buying a stately home instead of a measly little bungalow. I have teams of people waiting to spring into action to help. They will lose interest soon. .
Monday, 1 July 2013
Wednesday, 19 June 2013
Rings round Cambridge
My brother P and I went to Cambridge to see grand daughter G and also to collect her accumulated possessions for the last year in College. These included large boxes of heavy law books as well as kettles, a collander, saucepans, fairy lights, in fact everything but the proverbial kitchen sink. B.Wiggins and I barely fitted into my microscopic Micra on the way home on the dreaded M.25. Actually, the motorway was no problem, it was the ring road round Cambridge that defeated us. There are NO road signs so we drove round and round in increasing desperation and then went off in the wrong direction! But it was a lovely outing and I enjoyed my time away with brother P.
It was the London to Brighton bike race at the weekend and Ditchling came to a standstill with all roads closed to everything but bikes whizzing through Poignant for me as I have finally decided that my biking days are over. I feel too wobbly, so will sell my lovely Minty, after a lifetime of riding everywhere from the streets of London, to the Winchester water meadows and epic rides in Cumbria and Yorkshire. .The hills round here are too much for me and besides I now have to go walkies with B. Wiggins and I don`t think he would take kindly to riding in the basket.
I am off to Cornwall on Sunday for a week with friend B and her dog Charlie. As for moving, who knows? I had an interview yesterday with a stern faced solicitor and I signed things but still no date yet. Son C is helping me through all this. .I don`t know what I would do without him.
Off to the Infants today. I am trying to compile a little book of `poems` from the children. Most popular subjects: My Cat, My Bike, Football and Spaghetti.
It was the London to Brighton bike race at the weekend and Ditchling came to a standstill with all roads closed to everything but bikes whizzing through Poignant for me as I have finally decided that my biking days are over. I feel too wobbly, so will sell my lovely Minty, after a lifetime of riding everywhere from the streets of London, to the Winchester water meadows and epic rides in Cumbria and Yorkshire. .The hills round here are too much for me and besides I now have to go walkies with B. Wiggins and I don`t think he would take kindly to riding in the basket.
I am off to Cornwall on Sunday for a week with friend B and her dog Charlie. As for moving, who knows? I had an interview yesterday with a stern faced solicitor and I signed things but still no date yet. Son C is helping me through all this. .I don`t know what I would do without him.
Off to the Infants today. I am trying to compile a little book of `poems` from the children. Most popular subjects: My Cat, My Bike, Football and Spaghetti.
Thursday, 13 June 2013
Midsummer Nights Dream in the afternoon.
I went to the Globe Theatre yesterday with my Monday music group, and we all had a Good Day Out. It was a bit odd seeing MSND as a matinee and I missed the lights and magic of it on the bare stage of the Globe. But it was a wonderful production and beautifully acted. We were on the fourth tier and I quailed at the sight of all the stairs but a kind girl offered to take me up in the lift which involved going backstage and seeing half naked actors dashing about, and bits of scenery and props, so I enjoyed all that. She insisted on taking me up and down in the interval too!
I took B.Wiggins up in the train and and met grand daughter M in the refectory of Southwark Cathedral where they positively welcome dogs. I handed him over to her and she took him over the wobbly bridge and for a walk around St Pauls and then they settled down in a pub with a sofa while she worked on her laptop and he snuggled up. So he had a good day too.
I am just about to brave the M.25 and go for a visit to brother P in Hatfield. It is a wild and windy day, the summer seems to be over. It has all gone quiet again on the moving front. The solicitor has gone on holiday apparently. I keep making lists of Things to Do, but no prospect of doing them .
I took B.Wiggins up in the train and and met grand daughter M in the refectory of Southwark Cathedral where they positively welcome dogs. I handed him over to her and she took him over the wobbly bridge and for a walk around St Pauls and then they settled down in a pub with a sofa while she worked on her laptop and he snuggled up. So he had a good day too.
I am just about to brave the M.25 and go for a visit to brother P in Hatfield. It is a wild and windy day, the summer seems to be over. It has all gone quiet again on the moving front. The solicitor has gone on holiday apparently. I keep making lists of Things to Do, but no prospect of doing them .
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