Sunday, May 31, 2009
He asked what was so rare as a day in June but yesterday afternoon May 30th -in the garden - I gazed over the hedge to the Quantocks – some twenty odd miles away and the earth seemed to stand still, every sense lulled with the beauty of the sight, sound, smell and feel of the moment. It felt so good to be alive all fears and worries, aches and pains receded
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays:
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;
A verse from a long poem by James Russell Lowell
Friday, May 29, 2009
No bones broken – just a grazed knee and elbow and a big dent in my pride. I took a moment to get my breath back and regain composure – there’s a tendency to blub - and a van stopped to offer to take me home and a nice lady stayed with me until we could get me in an upright position. Having had fractures before I was immensely relieved that I was whole and as I was right outside the chemists determined to get what I had come for (my husband’s medication).
Someone told the chemist and I was offered a seat, drinks and a taxi but felt I could mange the walk home. As I was leaving another gentleman offered to drive me home – Minehead is like that - but I thanked him and embarrassed, exited by the wrong exit and had to return red- faced
On the way home I decided to gat a Daily Telegraph to cheer me up and found that when I had replenished my wallet before leaving the house I forgot to return it to my handbag so no DT. Fortunately I didn’t need money at the chemist. Clearly this is a day when I should lie low and that is what I intend to do now.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Last night I got involved in a tape of Simon Schama extolling the poet John Donne and completely forgot the footie in
How fickle are the public – and the judges of ‘Britain’s got Talent’ One minute you are the best thing since sliced bread and the next your champion Piers Morgan allows he may be a dough nut.. It’s hard for the young – first they are flavour of the month and then it’s’ kindly leave the stage.’
An unlikely act of a buxom lady singing arias whilst her partner arranges flowers was defended by Piers Morgan asserting that we didn’t know much about the Queen ( the winner will perform for her) but two things she was passionate about were flowers and classical music. Really? Gee gees, little yapping dogs, her duty to her country and possibly flowers but classical music? I don’t think so.
The Apprentice continues to fascinate; the awesome Deborah was actually given a kind word from the mentor Nick and James, the likeable clown was asked,
‘Was you nervous?’ by Sir Alan.
A riveting programme IMO and there is always at least one good laugh. The other mentor Margaret appeared later on the follow up programmes. What an attractive person she is.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
'You missed the lambs.'
I remembered the enthusiastic comments I had read in the Visitor's Book, about the antics of the newly born lambs the week before. Maybe next year - and hopefully we'll be back in the autumn. DV.
I followed a footpath by the side of this field and it took me down to the lane that leads to the quay.
There were lovely wild flowers by the roadside.
The brass plate commemorates a local man, now dead, who lovingly restored this ancient doorway
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Third time lucky.
‘Don’t think of getting there just plod plod plod for ever.’
That’s a mantra I understand and I applaud Sir Ranulph Fiennes for reaching the summit of Everest at his third attempt aged 65, believing that he would never mange it aged 66. On his first attempt he had a heart attack, on his second he was exhausted so it took enormous courage to make a third attempt. As he said it’s the nearest you can get to the moon by walking. By doing so he is raising money for Marie Curie Cancer Care having already raised £20m. And this is a man who has always had a fear of heights.
He reckons he never wants to see another mountain and that the heights of
I can’t help thinking it must be very hard to be married to men like Sir Ranulph, Ben Fogle, James Cracknell et al - gorgeous hunks though they are but who only seem to be truly alive when they are off on one of their adrenalin fuelled expeditions or planning one. What do you think?
Thursday, May 21, 2009
You know who you are!
Yes you, who for the last three and a half years have persistently given me feed-back, help and encouragement to get my story written and published - much easier said than done – as many of us know. There is a long way to go but I am a step nearer and am feeling happy and excited. Why you may ask.
The answer is that someone likes it enough to take me on board and help me towards my goal. Yippee!
It’s akin to reaching base camp on Everest and being given an experienced Sherpa for the rest of the journey.
I won’t write more about it at this stage but Leigh Russell has an interesting blog about getting her book Cut Short - a psychological thriller - published
A big thank you and I’ll continue doing my three posts a week DV.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The Cedars does a great carvery, has a beautiful garden, (which I forgot to snap ) and a very large conservatory. When we were here last autumn there was the odd bucket to catch the raindrops. I had my favourite dessert here - three classic pudddings with a choice of cream , clotted cream or ice-cream. It was nostalgia on a plate.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
I followed the path seen from the landing window. It snakes around, crosses a bridge over the Tarka trail...
and comes out on the beach. The Severn Sands boat in the distance and the Quay cafe beyond. As I got closer to the vessel I heard a strange clanging sound coming from its bowels.
There was no sign of anyone and no visible means of boarding it at low tide. I heard the clanging again and decide to walk towards the cafe and civilisation. It felt decidedly creepy.
It was a relief to walk up through butttercup meadow and reach the cottage...
and tell MTL about my strange Marie Celeste experience .
Monday, May 18, 2009
Well that flew by quickly. Four lovely sunny days and then the weather went down hill and curtailed my exploratory walks which had been fun. I particularly looked forward to taking one of the frequent double- deckers to
We found three new places to eat – The Bar at Instow, The Williams Inn near Braunton and an excellent Chinese restaurant – The Han Court in Fremington opposite a very good hairdresser’s. Oh and I almost forgot – The Tarka Inn which we look at - across the estuary - from the cottage.
Not much fun catching up with the expenses scandal and it was worse to read that Stephen Fry had dismissed it as "rather tedious bourgeois obsession" that is "really not that important. It's a journalistic made-up frenzy. ...’
For someone who has done such excellent work spreading the word about bi-polar conditions and Aids it seems incredible that he doesn’t seem to understand the feelings of the many people who have lost or live in fear of losing their jobs, their homes, savings and pensions. Hopefully it was just a thoughtless remark.
BTW did you know Her Maj has the power to disband Parliament? I’m just saying.
The Speaker seems to have passed his sell by date.
I’ll try to catch up with everybody over the next few days.
The view from the upstairs window at The Bar Instow
The William's Inn - it's a lovey thatched building but it was having a face lift and the weather was wet and windy.
The Tarka Inn - visible for miles across the Estuary and wherever you are it always seems to be dead opposite.
More photos later...
Friday, May 08, 2009
If these look familiar it' s because you saw them in the autumn when we stayed in a lovely cottage in Fremington betwixt Barnstaple and Bideford. We liked it so much we are going again tomorrow for a week. Behave whilst I'm gone and keep the flame burning.xoxoxox
The path from the cottage that leads to the sea and an award winning cafe
Lots of lovely mud.
The drinks trolley won''t be empty for long