Resurfasing ...

I’m back.

 From under a mountain of paperwork …

…  from choosing agents and all that that entails …

… having strangers invade my cottage …

… to prepare the required paperwork and certificates bureaucracy at its absolute worst!

… to allow us to ‘let’ the cottage.

To move to Cornwall.
Where we go from this ...

... to this.

I have finally come up for air.

The cottage is let and the packing has begun.

Hubby moved down to start work two months ago …

… I stayed here to sort everything out.

I missed August completely … and half of September.

Emerged to find a sprinkling of these …

… an abundance of these … 

Being invaded by these …
Have you noticed how many Daddy Long Legs there are this year?!

I do love their haphazard, fumbling clumsiness.

I adore the changing of the seasons don't you?
Where you get the best of two seasons in one day.

The definite nip in the air and the autumn mists in the morning …

… but the warmth of sun and blue skies during the day.

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I did managed to squeeze few other things in too.

Looked after this cute little fella for a couple of weeks.

Walked the legs off me.

A gorgeous bundle of joy.

Really missed him when he went home.

Apart from the hair

(sorry Mish - still getting over that one)

Visited a food festival.

Yummy things to sample.

And buy.

Visited a deliciously old fashioned village fete.
In an equally old fashioned vilage hall.
With prizes for odd shaped veg ...

... and giant cabbages.

The obligatory village hall notice.

And I managed a bit of harvesting, gathering, preserving and bottling for me ....
... and for the farm shop that I make for.

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Living alone again these past few weeks ...
... having only me to think about ...

... awakened a re-discovery in me ...

... of who I am ...
... who I want to be ...

... where I want to be.
Where I want to go ...
... Oh ...
... and David Soul ...

Oh Boy! gorgeous creature and my 70's heart throb.

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I sort of got lost a little along the way ...
... and never even noticed.

Anyway, more on that later ...
... for now ...
... I am just happy to be back in the land of the living.

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A Romantic Garden

There is nothing so pleasant-er on a balmy baking summer’s afternoon, 

(and it was seriously baking yesterday – 31degrees)

Than having a mosey (and a nosey) round an open garden.

Hall Farm in Harpswell is one that I have visited many times ...

...  over many years ...

The sun always seems to be shining there.

It is an incredibly romantic garden full of hidden areas, 

cottage garden plants,

... old scented roses rambling over old brick walls ...

... wildflower meadows ...

... water features and meandering brick paths ... 

... abundantly edged with lavender and cat mint.

You wander round with nostrils filled 

with the heady scent of old roses.

... which the owner used to specalise in when she ran a nursery ...
... and which adorn my own garden.

At every turn there are places to sit and ponder ...

... or just people watch.

Tea and cake was offered in the beautiful old farmhouse

Or outside on the lawn

How very English!

Ice cream sold from an old ‘stop me and buy one’ bicycle,

ridden by a lady donned in Edwardian dress.

For me though, it was far too mafting for anything more than orange squash.

How very Enid Blyton

Today, it is not so blisteringly hot

There is the very gentlest of breezes

So I can enjoy my own garden

And catch up with the girls.

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A Journey

A last minute weekend away.

To one of our favourite-est places.

Cornwall.

The Lizard in particular

Do you have a special place?

Somewhere that you just love the bones of ...

... a place that you always go back to?

Time and time again.

Where it actually hurts to leave?

... where you feel deep inside your bones ...

... that you have come home?

For me it is Cornwall.

The air, the light ...

... secluded coves and cliff top walks ...

... lichen covered coastal hedges ...

... deep sided lanes sprinkled liberally with wild flowers ...
... rolling sea mist (and there was plenty of that this time) ...

the sound of sea on rock ...

... and the ice blue of water over sand ...

I find it magical.

As with any special place ...
... it has been a dream to move there ...

But I never, in a million years, expected it would happen.

It has.

We did it.

Or rather hubby did it ...

... he has a job down there ...

... came completely out of the blue …
He starts in two weeks.

… hence, the last minute weekend down there ...

... to look for somewhere to stay.
As well as sneeking in a visit ot two to a remote cove and coastal walk.

There is so much to think about ...
... so much to do.
We are still coming to terms with the news ...


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Hubby will go down there ...

... I will stay here to sort things out and follow later.

Now the journey really begins.

A brand new chapter.

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Join me on my journey.

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