This is the walk I do 3 or 4 times a week - and back up the hill which is why I don't bother with gyms.
Out of the drive and turn right down Western Lane.
There is an alternate ginnel on the left but I usually stick to the lane
Down past the two houses that were built in our grounds - before us
On down hoping no large vans come down the lane.
You can just see the main road at the bottom but main roads and traffic are to be avoided at all costs
So we turn left at the lamp post down Park's Lane
At the end we turn Right down Watery Lane
Through the ginnel to the Queen's Head
Go between the Queen's Head and the Italian restaurant
Past the old laundry which no longer does dry cleaning
I have yet to discover what the tall pillar at the end is for.
Along Market House Lane with its floral display
at the end of which is the main thoroughfare - the Parade.
a busy Saturday morning
Now the Parade morphs into The Avenue.
Can you smell the sea? We are getting closer.
This part requires concentration - the pavement is positively wavy - near the sea of course.
Not much further
There's Gail's my hairdresser next to the Wheel House
Here is my good friend Gail helpfully giving my coat to another customer. That's Laura in the centre- my taxi driver's daughter.
Hair done - walk all the way back for a bite of lunch then next door but one for Jackie's 90th Birthday Party. Sadly I was the only one of our original quartet able to be there but there were loads of friends and neighbours - some I hadn't seen for a few years. The food was non stop and delicious and Jackie seemed really happy.
Jackie second from the left with old members of Townswomen's Guild. It was good to see them again
Jackie doing the honours with her fantastic daughter Jane who works in our local hospital, cares for her mother and an invalid husband and does endless work for charities.
Happy birthday darling Jackie. and the cake was scrummy:)
Staying with the Hertfordshire family recently I was saddened to see a dying rose swamped with ants.
The working colleagues of my DIL had bought her a beautiful rose bush to commemorate MTL.
In spite of regular watering, when I was down it seemed the end was nigh.
DIL provided some really delicious manure and - with their permission - I chopped it back quite ruthlessly and dug out all the straggly weeds and put a curse on the ants. Over the next few days it was lovingly watered - gently at first and then quite forcefully with vocal encouragement - always vital as HRH would be the first to aver.
A few prayers were said also and suggestions for future care. Now look at it!
When Margaret was visiting the other week on a blisteringly hot day we decided to drift down to the town and try out the new Costas. There are tables outside with an excellent view down the Avenue and shaded. Even so we plumped for hats - mine an old straw and Margaret's denim.
It turned out to be a most pleasant way to have a gossip, catch up, watch the passers - by with lots of additional holiday makers and test the iced lemon tea.
Later Margaret went up the hill to visit a neighbour who I didn't know.
The friend said she had spotted us at Costas.
'Did your friend have on a white layered skirt,' she asked?
'Yes,' she was told, 'why?'
'Well you just looked as if you didn't belong.'
What did she mean? Neither of us were flashing the flesh; we were comfortably dressed and thus able to keep cool in heat wave. Any idea?
Grand mother but still a girl at heart. Married to MTL(my true love)after a separation of 30 years. Had three careers: trained paediatric nurse, National photographic model and business woman. Now settled in SW and enjoying our five children and ten grandchildren and making the most of what time we have left.
In January 2013 I lost MTL.