After delays into London Victoria..

finally on the train out of London Euston... On the high speed train to Liverpool Lime Street ... The culture change I am loving ... accents and all ... 

Anticipating

where once it was exhilarating is now apprehension... I have a rough plan for leaving the county for a while ...  I am not on a timed ticket ... I will be going in my own steam ... I will assist in bringing a new home to sparkle while a sister will be recuperating from another operation with Mum watching a series of DVDs to while the hours .... 

My time with her recent recovery from the other op in readiness for this ....those many miles walked two fold in preparation for her time off her feet ... 

Warmth in Spontaneity...

a new abode to assist in set up ... a foster mum ... with the wishes of her deceased husband to always have somewhere for our daughter's partner to call home, after now a care leaver ... 

And I will be house sitting too, while they travel to Spain for time with his foster sister, who lives there. The strands of new life to know and take an interest in 

This will assist in readiness for being alone in a different area to come ... the stepping stones in reciprocal recovery ... 

Capturing moments in archive

once again ... A portfolio of images in rapture ...

June in 2016

A view over Wadebridge from the top of one the many hills  ... 

A stock take on life ...

from lavender and Lullingstone, recipe collating and the bedroom and kitchen. The home crafts and crafts in general... my late fathers notes, in my belongings with a story to tell in that. The struggles of my life with another's ills ... silent in shown among the word and image ... 

The late reacquainting of life in two places. The eventually struggle in just being known in simplicity. Those old, in conversations with my family, an old boyfriend, who visited my family when his first born arrived, the lady of one of the many old estates, another few or many wishing me well via the distance. Here, a mixture of hatred turning into shock on the events here, those that mellowed and were sorry, others who continued as though nothing happened .. The softening and sorry in hugs and solace ... 

The mix in life of life amix in life, in death in life ... 

The spontaneous

with the planning in pencil ... thee popularity of September and October with August spontaneity...  I would prefer to stay local ... I achieved  the spread of wings from the latest requests of announcing I'd like to at least six mile walk ... the environments surprising not too bad on the senses ...  

We ended up in doing a few of those long treks and a picnic ... 

Which I hope to continue this very weekend ... I am retracing the wooded walks here too and the other places easily accessible by foot, rail or bus ... 

Marshes, meadows, and meandering

along footbridges in sticks and stone, the woods and forestry land, lush in the colour of summer. The tracks, trails, paths, lanes, steps, stones, aching bones, coves, venues, vanes, vales, zig zag paths, quirky in the quaint, red telephone boxes, water pumps, bird boxes, rat traps and bats. The arable land, the crop rotation, the columns of colour all around. The fellow ramblers, cycles in all forms, the swallows, swifts, the vetch, the spliced wild flowers mixed in seed. The bends, twists and turns. The views from the top of the hills. The rivers, streams and sewers. The springs and ditches. The winery, The emmets, the dialect, the local food. The postcards flowing out the shops this time of year. The big issue, the busking. The boats, swans, cygnets, Canadian geese and egrets ... 

And the coach journey home on roads and by acres of industry and arable and homes. The caravans, motor homes out this season. The lorries with our goods. The trains of all types. The level crossings rare now the motorway travelled for most of this journey via an airport and other places. Into a city well trodden on foot, taxi, car, tube over under in rail. And now coach ... 

Then home to journeys for a new journey to commence. A new abode to see. And more experiences in cuisine, places, a venture, volunteer and vocation in vacation ... 

And a beautiful film in a mall, quiet on entry. On exit bustling with night life ... No grey hairs on the bus back home ... No young ones either ... The twixt time in travelling home, before the night owls came out ...