Bank Holiday Monday ... Up and Down ...

yesterday...Easter Day 2016
Walk through Memories 

... three flights of stairs and more today ...

THE BIT OF A BUSMAN'S HOLIDAY ...

... finally starting on the task of our late Dad's office and garage ...

... with the improvement in the recent intervention of doctor prescribed medication to aid the health ... was able to assist with the start of this finally 

... consequently too tired to go out ... it has been showery with spells of sun this Easter Bank Holiday Monday ... 

Down the dales

from the hills
blustery times
up on the hills high
over babbling brooks
low in the nook
on through the lanes
now a bubbling stream
up the path through the woods
a walk by in times that fly

Afternoon tea ... In A Cornish Garden ...

A Glorious Good Friday 

... my Mum's ...

Early homemade Easter cake ...

As life springs alterations to my plans perpetually ...

A beautiful brilliant blue sky ... the fluffiest of clouds ...

A fragrant garden colourful garden full of nesting birds and other wildlife

And best of all company of Mum and daughter ... catching up ... beyond ...

A Kernow Charity Drop Off ...

... I am feeling it now ...

I was rested enough to go back out to take some donations to the local charities here ...

We are never for sitting idle .... contrary to what the emergency services eventually saw on coming to that environment .... 

Nothing can ever say for that time lost in inactivity outside ... and the other ...

Rain ... drizzle ...

... and mist rain in the air ...

Trotted down the town with Mum to help with the shopping

Flip Flops and macs today from what holiday makers that are here ... A lot less than usual on Maundy Thursday ...

An afternoon in ... I will watch a movie ... to recuperate some more ...

My head feels drained and whoozy from the physical illness presently ...

After a day in ... Time for some Cornish Air ...

... to blow out the ills ...

Fortunately I have company today ... 

I would have probably stayed in, if I was at home and then use late hubbys stick for reassuring support with the physical lightheadedness .. on venturing out to recuperate...

His stick is still in use ... to hook the out of reaches areas I have in this jolly home ... along with other gadgets when one is left to haul around the home to get rid of the excesses left to me or make changes when ... then there was one ... times ... 

A Reprieve today ...

I have not been up to much to day ... My new medication is doing its work, thankfully ... a lazy day ... by a log fire earlier than usual ... like me when no man about you make do .. until under the weather when a bit of TLC is needed ... 

Hill Walking aplenty

A Friday to get the hair in style

A Saturday there to shop a while

The Monday to get fresh air a mile

In a county of terrain with versatility 

Views in one direction of the moors 

With the highest peaks of its tors 

Another of the old track of rails 

Now the popular Camel Trail
One Royal Cornwall show ground
In greenery of land tis annually found

View of Royal Cornwall Showground 

To the top of town ...

With a bit of a frown.

Up a hill of tracks brown,

At a leisurely pace.

Until a phone call sound,

Brought sooner round.

While admiring a view 

Of such less expanse in space 

To go see the doctor

A step goodbye 

From way up high

Across the way 

The beauty of those distant moor tors

To track back down

Our town today ...

A Saturday ... Old with New in a town ...

nestled in a valley. 

A Guide Art and Crafts Fayre in the morning.

This afternoon a walk through the lanes up the valley from town getting the spectacular views of Bodmin Moor one way, the Royal Cornwall show ground the other on reaching the top of the hills. And of course the estuary.

All the while enjoying the natural pleasures of nature, the baby pheasants, the birds nesting in the bare trees high up at the church yard. The abundance of colour from the spring blooms.

The new housing estates still not seen on the way down the main road back to town that have sprouted up over the time away from the outer world beyond the walls ...

Waking up in a familiar Cornish town from a Kentish town ...

... A few Counties down ...

and getting out in a garden again; before even venturing any further ... My Mum's ...

A walk out across a 15 arch bridge; to get a versatile hair restyle and keeping my thick locks in order. 

The Hub Bub of a Capital City

Buildings have changed the view ... my usual landmark of Battersea was obscured. A lot of people chatty. A lot think a city is cold and friendless. 

But then the world is different to everyone 

The world is different to me again 

You actually have a very interesting advantage being a lone traveller 

I have since I started travelling and mostly alone again have had some very interesting and very varied times 

I was also able to advise a fellow lone women travelling where to meet her family ... And she asked first if I spoke English? 

Waterfall on the walls ...

A shower of drip, drip, drops from the ceiling ... I felt outside without being outside yesterday ... then a stream of people to me ... to check amd make the electrics safe ... 

This from water dripping from above from the flat into mine ... Last evening ... 

blooms inside from out in

which made it less dim 

an array of colour 

until they too fade

like most life in life

it has that time

the memory left lingering

until that too has gone

The Blooms and the bare ...

branches ...

I will probably miss the blooms when they eventually catch up in our town to the neighbouring ones here. I was able to enjoy the daffs after a very long wait in my bank lunchtime queue today ... 

That meant I was against the flow of the school turnout time of hubby's old school ... 

A grey day with the yellow blooms in mellow mood ... Going home to a difference yet again ... How strange is life ... 

an influx of a mix of scenery

will be a welcome change 

thoughts thankfully turning where they should be ... although the emotions are a strain on the inner self and words are confusing ... all is slowly transforming from a messy dispersing of belongings to packing up for a travel to a well known area. 

Well in to the wind down of the abode now ... 

Even though the sun is

... streaming in ... ons is not filled with the joys of the season ... 

I hope by day end I will have improved the low mood ... I have settled into the functions of the day ... where I did not once ... but only I know now ... time moves for most ... 

Time has not moved for me ... on these occasions ... you get very tired of life ...

My Mind at least will venture far

this weekend with  the preparations for the forthcoming time ... 

It is a case of putting aside all the last minute things to be packed now ... Then I can be as relaxed as can be, for  the forthcoming change of scenery which helps to boost the morale ... 

And ponder on an hair style and all things nice ...

I have some clothes at Mums ... I wear Dads coat for walks and I have various tops that keep me warm and cosy. I have slippers and pumps I left too. All to save faffing about ... a functional toilet bag ... I take things for personal care I get on offer here ... 

That is another difference prices are slightly different in various basics ... another adjustment ... to take account of ... 

To Focus after ....

overwhelming start to today ... I have been out already ...

Living the experience is different ... to learning about it ...

Now a cup of tea to get to the focus of today ... Then this evening satisfied with the time spent ... In how I coped with not letting me go off track ... Quite a trigger to these feelings ... It makes you feel so like a lesser human being ... That is the legacy of those brutal weeks of relentless ostracisation and relentless negative bother at husbands end days ... One needs to feel good about themselves ... That is so vital to life ... 

More outside in ...

During a fruitful evening ... I may not have picked up my knitting. I did hover see progress made in part of the photos I have of this time ... In various formats ... And most importantly  shared family photos ... And the outside ... 

My photos of nature captivated me as always ... Life beyond those walls I once had such a zest for. I spent so much time outside, I always had a healthy glow ... 

I do not recognise myself ... 

Outside In

... and experimental time making use of other gadgets within what I have presently and trying to make the most of ... 

It is helpful to have a different way with different items within tech; especially when one is in a shaky frame of mind ... Soothes the spirit ... 

Looks unlikely I will not venture out today ...

Getting my head round the next trip. The decisions made on my forthcoming new hair style. My clothes adjustments which throws me ... This is a good adjustment ... It is I have to think more about clothes ... When yon are busy dispensing of the past and catching up with suppressed creativity, it is a case of automatically using what was in current rotation. 

I am though by day's end settling down to an evening watching movies.  I might, just might attempt to start on my snuggly knitted jacket I have in mind ... Perhaps the sooner I start on it, the more likely it will be ready in time for the next cool season ... 

After a lot of tea

I am in ... after getting out that door.

Now another trip at least Friday from the prompts today ...

The shoes are kicked off. The door entry buzz system is turned off. The music switched on. The shopping away. I am having yet more herbal tea ... And I decided on a roast ... Not realising it is Wenesday ... my internal clock ready for a mid week roast ... 

It will then be prepping the food. And while it is roasting away I will work on a small task in the kitchen ... 

Hopefully with a satisfied meal eaten? I will sort more of my clothes and get out a new coat ... A Rich Red ...? To wear with a scarf Mum gave me,  ready for a trip out of town ... 

Tunics and leggings ... Are the next port of call on the clothes ... I can now wear my maxi dresses indoors too ... They do not get caught on things so much now ... 

Dress was never thought of either ... How can you be smart in clutter ... That is another dilemma ...  keeping them good and feeling the fabrics I so love against clean skin .... The Senses and Maslow again ... 

Sour Mode ....Not Sweet today

A day I cannot turn off  to retreat ... On making thiese days count until I travel out of town ... Today is a small chunk of preps so as not to be overwhelmed by task in hand and not achieve 

We all are naturally looking forward to coming together to share our love of walks, movies and more and a bit of a busmans holidays .. And making time for trips out to more of the locality to reacquaint me with places I have not been a whole ... 

Monday And Tuesday ...

I did not feel with the world ...

Only if I am to travel I better get my meds and some fresh food in

I will see what tomorrow brings

A bin and the recycle are in the way too

I will feel better for doing so

Today started better than usual ... The afternoon was full of gladness with sadness

A bit of PS, I Love you

What I pulled out ... To clear is winding down to the smaller tasks that can be completed along with the wind down for travels

And you do need to go out

For an interesting life

We are getting a spate of monthly visits from an unknown company using the prepayment outcry as a way of targeting us in social housing ... This is where you need to have your wits about you ... I got caught out on a previous vulnerable moment in my recovery ... And who said I be alright now ... It gets you at the best of moments ... The outside world of greed, glut and kicking you mentally about ... You really need to have that trust .... that not all is bad ...  I was trying to finally eat for the day ... It is lunchtime ... 

Trips planned ... whether they are done are another matter ...

The out of this town trips ...

The walk to the village where we were married. Into the next town where hubby used to work after commuting to London 

Further than just up the road where my home is central to transport, shopping, and all of the health amenities, bar the hospital 

Or just outside to the bin store, or over to the small recycling area just across from here 

The mobility seen of those limited is noticeable or when we become frail through age or illness, only when it is in re-uniting with life outside after enforced or unenforced means it is quite a sensation on those senses that again we may or may not have ...

The conflicts of part of me making the most of it all. The other part where I rather be snuggled up with my late hubby again.

A Weekend of the outside

From within the inside ...

A delivery person ... the birds ... the weather with the sun shining in ... solace and solitude ... laughing with myself ... cross  with myself and all those other environment botherations and emotions that come my way

And getting motivation to use the tools available in a more portable sketch pad .... lots to catch up on here, ... too 

the Rains Came again ... today ...

I made a good day to get out yesterday, to make an outing ... not that the weather would have stopped me from enjoying life again. It looks like I am absorbed in the home again. A productive time at least. My countdown is day 12 to my next goal ... A Busman's hols ... a change is as good as a rest.

I am skimming round the home, getting to do the easier and smaller tasks. A mixture of preps for travelling, paperwork of the failings of the learnings of the failings, cleaning, a good tidy back in the usual runnings of the home. And cooking. I made a from scratch pizza, for brunch. I hope to try soda bread another time. Daily fresh bread just as we liked. Only I make smaller portions now. It obviously gets staler quicker, being homemade. 

And yesterday I was a savvy shopper for once. I happen to catch very fresh bread put out on the shelves in our superstore. I much prefer the baker at the end of our road, only that has connotations I do not revisit. I have not been in there, since. We used to have many good bakeries in this town. Currently we have only the one. 

A Busy Bus Ride Out Of Town ...

it is less brown out and about. The many rains over the Winter evident in the vibrancy of colour ... Although up north it is white, this afternoon. 

Yellow blue and white carpet of flowers. And again trees from this town to the next through villages in many varying stages of bud and shades of pink on the brown branches ... 

The change disconcerting to me ... I was not the only one lost in thought ... On the bus ... When you been through such sadness ... You are even more in tune when you see that sadness echoed ... 

A Walk Out Of The Shadows

on a glorious sunny day. And more savvy shopping. The big issue. The silent spread of God's word. No sign or sound of any busking today. More words in my head instead again for free of the burden. A lightness in step ready for another trip out so I have a smile ready for someone who will appreciate it. 

Despite the sunny day with Mothers Day festooned everywhere ... Smiles were scarce today ... 

Enjoying Mum's Garden ...

last year ... and anticipating the new things since. It is back to the rituals of the adventures of the garden. The antics of the wildlife.  

season following season ... the stray apple, long after the apples have finished ... the well ... the water pump ... getting to organise the logs from the garage to the log pile ...

within the garage evidence of Dad still around you. His workshop in here slowly being reworked to suit new and different needs. We have all been down in the pit, in his garage, I went down there, to help when he first passed away, to retrieve the spare coal he had put down there.

I hope to see, or if not assist in a better place to put all this to make it easier. Dad could no longer organise things. It was shoved into this space for now. The garage is waiting for items to go elsewhere now. Mum has her plans. I am made use of, while I am with them. A bit of a bus mans holiday, interspersed with local outings.

Thursday into Friday

the days obviously as time moved no support would understand ... those the days I strived weekly to see or get out ... with my very first to the current support ... too many now to mention ... more input to the senses ... for someone who did not see a soul for a very long while ... wow ...

It is now the third month and not seen anyone from the services ... The clock is ticking still not learnt ... wow too ... I am not or never be out of danger ... today is the day I will never not probably talk about it comes around weekly and will do for the rest of these days ... 

No thoughts words or deeds or the wrong decisions made at that time will ease this mind at times 

Thank goodness for the seductive senses I treated myself in the seclusion of my still own company ... only yesterday ...

Simple Daily Treks and Trips ...

A Charity Shop ...  The Post Box ... Bread and Milk ... Fresh Air ... 

Second nature to most, in this culture where I currently reside in my piece of the world. And for some a daily challenge ... but with the way life is for women, now, too, unusual, as we now work, the majority of those working during those hours, as is expected rather than not, irrespective if you have kids. 

It would be done on the way to or from work or if you lucky these days, on your break. Or as with my support workers, I noted and listened to, between clients. Making the most of whatever in locality visited.