And I think she would have liked the view from here.
A four-seasons-in-one-day kind of day. Grey, brooding clouds before seven this morning, then the palest of blue skies, building to sky-blue vistas and sunshine sweeping across the valley. By nine we had rain. And wind. It’s been a breezy, blustery, showery, sunshiny sort of day. Exhilarating. Continue reading “The View from Here: four seasons and memories”
I was much too busy giving silent thanks that it hadn’t been me who surprised the bat.
Locking up here is a long-winded business. Every door, internal and external, locks with a key. Three doors on the ground floor, three on the first, plus the garage door. Hopefully that’s everything covered. I’m glad B seems to look upon this as his job! Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony and bats in the garage”
The view from here was monochrome and sparkling…
Today is allegedly to be our only day of sunshine for quite some time. I really wanted to make use of that sunshine. The removal guys arrived nice and early with the rest of our belongings that hadn’t fitted on the lorry last week. The additional payment after our mistake over access was agreed amicably with smiles and handshakes all round. I even got a hug and a kiss! Continue reading “The View from Here: Lansallos Cove”
The view from here is picture-postcard pretty: tangles of tiny lanes …
After a few hours’ work yesterday, exhaustion set in. We were both tired, an understandable reaction perhaps, after the intensity of recent days. The rain continued and we settled into a comfortable slump for the rest of the day. I dozed on the sofa; I dozed in the bath; I dozed in front of the tv. And still I slept deeply when bedtime finally arrived. Much-needed rest.
This morning I woke late – after B; and had my first cup of tea brought to me in bed. Lovely! Energy levels were restored, even if the weather was not. Continue reading “The View from Here: making peace with Dora”
I could die happily here, lost in this view.
Sunday April 3rd
Another restful sleep; I’m sleeping so very well here. Awake soon after 5, but the room was dark, the bed was warm and comfy; it was easy to stay snuggled under the duvet. B woke early too though. We chatted for a bit and I was up before 6.30 – ahead of our avian feeders arriving – ready to watch the day unfold. Continue reading “The View from Here: serenity in the rain”
B very gently suggested that he let me out of the car and said he’d come back for me …
This afternoon we ventured abroad, heading for a retail park in Plymouth at B’s request. Such a trip wasn’t quite what my romantic soul had imagined as our first joint expedition from our new home, but of course there are many practicalities to deal with at this time: B needed a different box to get the tv working properly; and we wanted to look at fridge/freezers and dishwashers – very essential kit on my list.
Continue reading “Venturing Forth”
“Hear! hear!” screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time. “Winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it.” -Henry David Thoreau, 28 November 1858, journal entry
A pleasing avian symmetry yesterday: the day began and ended with the call of the pheasant. My Cornish bird list, based entirely on sightings from the house, currently has 18 entries. Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: what watching yields”