Back in the Present ... Since Saturday last ... until Tonight A Thursday ...

I had not ventured out the door since Saturday evening ... Despite my planned charity trips ... I was side tracked ... with de-cluttering and going through the belongings shared once with my now deceased husband ...

This evening I needed to get some milk and the planned celebratory food. I also had some updates to do on those modern contraptions. I am still on pay as you go, WiFi. For reasons from what my husband did in his deterioration of mind... He was undiagnosed ... he had the start of psychosis ... loss of reality ...

The legacies of time and deed ... no one asked or knows about ... silently about me ...

On entering the bitter cold, when I had opened the door into the evening outside, when most people were now in the warm with hopefully warming food now in their stomachs, I went out. The moon crescent shining brightly in the now dark sky. I passed the florist where tomorrow I hope to buy a single bloom to lay where my hubby now rests. The window display now decorated with Valentines Day to come. It looked good again. There is always something interesting to look at, and usually elegantly done. 

How I knew it was cold, my hands were freezing by the end of my outing ... I forgot to put my gloves on, again. And on the return journey home from the shop ... the gritting lorries with their flashing lights were out and about. My internal heating is still in overdrive. 

A Light House On the West Coast Of Cornwall ...

We were in this part of the county and the first port of call for my sister was to hit the shops. This is necessary when you work. A working wardrobe is needed. She also bought some gifts for the festive season was fast approaching then. I took photos and had some inquisitive looks. I do not care for anything. I go my own way. Life is too precious. I am recording my return to the sparkle in the shops at this time of year. The fashions. The colours. The inspiration.

We went to a well known coffee shop, to quench our thirst by then. After this refreshing top up we drove on to the coast. I certainly blew the cobwebs out that day. It came in gusts. My sister was getting cold and knew I would like some time alone to take in this spectacular and outstanding scenery surrounding us as far as the eye could see. The lighthouse too was a sight for sore eyes. It was a speechless time, to see yet again the coast our Dad had grew up with on his thirteen moves as a youngster. This was how we came to settle in Cornwall. One part of his life moving around so much. 

The Wednesday ... Thanksgiving Day ...

The anniversary of Mum's eldest sister passing ... 

We went for a blustery riverbank walk that day to get me out for that medicinal fresh air and lots of it ... on medical advice ... Already the freshness of the day before was doing the trick. We would go into the main shopping area of the town via this route several times while i was in Kernow ... I would enquire on our plans for a particular day 'Are we going the long way into town?'

That evening was my third trip to the Cinema since my hubby's death; as promised by sister, we would get to go and see a movie out, when I was down. We saw the latest Bond film. The audience consisted of mainly a certain age, which was interesting. It was the busiest screening from those three trips to the big screen so far ...

The Next Day After Arrival ...

in Cornwall, back in November last year

Our first port of call on my first day in Cornwall, after a restful morning, was to lay the most gorgeous jewel coloured, locally grown anemones, where my late Dad now resides.

Their was still evidence of the Autumnal colour of the landscape along the familiar lanes and up the valley from this town that nestles in the Camel Estuary. 

This is a hilly place to walk out from at times. When mum enquired which route back home ... We do usually carry up some more hills to do a circuit walk. That day, I opted to return home the way we came ...