A New Year’s Day Walk

Yesterday was a beautiful day so, having donned some boots and a warm waterproof coat, I decided to take the dog for a long walk.   To be honest I didn’t expect the world and her husband to be out at the same time but no matter, there’s plenty of room out on the fell.

Our little town is built at the foot of a steeply climbing ridgemail,  from the top of which are some of the most spectacular views.  It’s a fairly long and steep climb up to the top, and one soon leaves the town behind. 

Along the way we met an orienteering group, families with small children, lots of dogs with their own servants (we servants exchanged our own greetings whilst our owners allowed us a breather before hurrying us along).

The views opened out as we climbed ever higher – though the light seemed to be fading slightly.  At the top I looked around the vast empty expanse – and realised that I was the only person still up there!  Time to head back for home. We’d been out for almost 2 hours and walked and climbed a fair few miles.

On the way back down, right at the edge of civilisation, is a lovely old house which has the most amazing views over the bay.  It also has a beautiful old door which leads, I can only assume, into the garden.  It obviously hasn’t been used for many years.  The timbers are old and rotting, but I often fantasise about what could lie behind this old door – what it hides or protects.   I’ve no idea who lives there, but I envy them this little slice of heaven.

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Monday musings

This day arrived as I knew it must
Heralded by rapturous birdsong
Such a happy sound in the dark early morn
As though there was something wonderful to celebrate
As I left my warm, soft, safe, comfortable bed
To start a new working week

I had no joy in my heart at the thought
Of heading back to work this day
Twelve days of bliss I’ve had, twelve days
Where I could be myself, happy  in my own special place
Where no-one owns my time, my words
Are mine to fashion as I decide

Work is a necessary evil – apparently
Fashioned to make us slaves to the clock
To make us believe we cannot make it on our own
That stultifying boredom is simply the norm
The treadmill the only legitimate way of keeping a home

It’s time to change the way I work, to make the longed for break
My goal this year will be to see what changes I can make
To have a job which suits my need for perfect balance
A job which feeds and nurtures my hungry soul
Which allows me to express myself in words of my own choosing

Work was fine, I soon got back into the swing of things – but, oh how I wish I could afford not to work but to stay in bed until the daylight arrives, to write for my own pleasure, to organise my day around the things my hubbie and I would like to do.  Well, one day …   Until then I’ll keep planning and writing …

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I’m still here – honest I am

I’ve just realised it’s been a week since I last posted, so I thought it was high time I brought you up to date on everything.
I’ve had a busy week, working, cooking, cleaning – the usual, but the weekend – well that’s where it all got interesting for Hubbie and myself.
For the past couple of weeks we have been waiting to hear whether or not we had been successful in adopting a new furry baby. This weekend we had our home check and, as all went swimmingly, we had a phone call an hour later asking when we would like to collect said furry baby. To say we were over the moon would be an understatement. We were ecstatic. We dropped everything and made the 90 minute journey to the rescue centre so that we could spend some valuable time with her this weekend.
We are now the proud parents of a 5 year old lab/collie cross girlie called Mischa. What a little treasure she is. I haven’t yet managed to take a decent photo of her as the weather has been pretty awful and the daylight so short. I’ll post one as soon as I can snap a good one.
I also managed to complete 51,000 words for NaNo by late afternoon today. I’ll keep writing until I finish the full first draft but I’m so relieved that I’ve managed to meet the official target. This week I haven’t been able to keep to my writing schedule at all, with three full days of no words added at all. Still, a week to go and I know I’ll finish it. Just need to verify my word count on the NaNoWriMo site now – once I’ve figured out how to do it 🐶

Monday Musings

Family Gathering

This weekend we travelled from our home in the English Lake District to the Blackwater Estuary in Essex. It’s a fairly long journey though we didn’t encounter any traffic problems until we reached our destination, Chelmsford.
That town was a nightmare to drive through  – taking us well over an hour in solid traffic.  There’s something seriously wrong with our road network when the last four miles of one’s 300 mile or so journey takes up one fifth of the total travel time !
However, the journey notwithstanding, it was a brilliant weekend.  We had travelled down to celebrate a 50th wedding anniversary  – my hubby’s sister and brother in law’s.

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Monday Musings

Creating characters

 

I seem to have so many characters in my mind right now, all vying to be the most important and, therefore, first to be committed to paper.  They want to scream their names out loud – not just to me in my head – it’s a cacophony of sound in there!  I have a farmer’s wife called Irene demanding to be created on the page, whilst her husband, Wilf, sits quietly in the background puffing away at the pipe in his mouth.  ‘At least’, he seems to be saying, ‘it isn’t me she’s shouting at’.   Then there’s Hugo, Evelyn’s husband, a lovely bloke whose head is full of practical ideas to improve the economic life of the village, but he’s feeling thwarted because people don’t take him very seriously and, even worse, I haven’t given him his voice yet!   Then there’s Jack Seacombe who, at least, has had a mention but he feels like some bit part in a movie who’s had not much more than a walk on part so far.  I’ve tried to tell him to be patient, but he feels he’s missing out on all the gossip if he isn’t actually being written about.  There, he now has a smile on his face – and he’s read that bit about Hugo so he’s got something to think about and mull over 🙂untitled

Dear lord, they’re like film stars in there.  I’ve no idea how directors etc., manage their cast.  Perhaps I’ll suggest they all go to the pub and have a couple of drinks on me – that should do it!

Wow, now why didn’t I think of that sooner, it was like an alarm had gone off the way they all just disappeared.  Hmm, a couple of strays left, including the barmaid Jennie.  That’s no good, she’ll have to get back to work or there’ll be mutiny and I’ll end up with a thumper of a headache.  Aha, and I can see that Jim’s still there too, looks as though he’s bending the ear of Charlie Travers, the odd job man.  Now I’ve no idea what he wants from Charlie, and I think I should – being the ringmaster so to speak, so I’m going to have to sidle up slowly and try to find out what it is they’re discussing between themselves.

Monday Musings

I’m shattered!

I’ve just been trying, for the past hour and a half, to print out some documents I need for tomorrow.  For some reason the printer refuses to recognise the new black cartridge and everything is turning out blank.  Even worse, for the first half an hour or so I couldn’t even connect to the printer.  I think it was because my computer had updated a couple of days ago – since then everything has been slightly haywire.  None of my passwords seemed to work and I’ve had to reset them all – nightmare – and my logon password for the computer had magically changed!  Worst nightmare I’ve had for a while I think.  Luckily I realised it wasn’t asking for my logon as it used to, but my Microsoft logon – go figure!

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Something from the weekend

I’ve spent the weekend having a brilliant time visiting my youngest grandson (below), and his parents.  Consequently, I haven’t finished the Blogging 101 course (yet), but will catch up.  This blog is part of the 101 course – creating a weekly feature 🙂

Orlando

This part of my family live a long way away from us (from my perspective here in the UK anyway).  Unfortunately it always means a tedious journey down the country on the M6 and M5 – and this time it was incredibly busy.  Why is it that some drivers think they are the only people on the road whose time is precious when the roads start to clog up?  I’m seriously fed up with some drivers taking advantage of the tiniest gaps between bumper to bumper cars to slide in and out of the traffic, weaving around and causing problems further down the queues.  A journey that should have taken three and a half hours, at most, ended up taking over six hours!  Most of that spent standing still on the motorways.  We couldn’t even take an alternative route as they were clogged too.  Still, it was worth it once we got to our journey’s end.

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