Sunday, 15 October 2017

Eagles Palace

Earlier in the month we spent our autumn break at a hotel we've visited several times in both spring and autumn, a good place to soak up the sun and do little else. I live in a damp, cool country and crave warmth and sunshine. What did we get? Two days of heavy cloud to start with. We sat in our dressing gowns on the beach with the towels over our legs - the British at play, eh! I swam. (Himself did not.) After the swim it was good to visit the spa, sit in the sauna, lie on the hot stones and purr.
The new spa area overlooks the gym. Oh, go on then, it's no good just looking at the equipment and feeling guilty. Pascalis, the gym teacher, taught me a few (punishing) exercises.
On day three there was not a cloud in the sky.
Phew, what a relief. 
Down to the beach


to take up a prone position
for the rest of the week!






Yoga Class
The yoga class meet on the beach at daybreak.
Four women, ranged from thin to fat,
each in position on their mat.
(I'm placed in the middle and grateful for that.)
I study them quietly as I sit on the floor,
can give them twenty years at least
and possibly far more.
The tutor's body I've studied before
on Greek amphora where he runs or sits,
broad of shoulder and slim of hip.
Pascalis, balanced on one foot
can surely hardly bear to look
at we poor women, thin to fat,
each struggling gamely on our mat.




In previous years the staff had been unchanging and we knew them well, but after several years away everything was different. No room with a balcony to catch the evening sun on this trip. In the mornings when the sun shone in we were down on the beach. Our view gave a glimpse of the old tower in the town
and the brand new hotel bungalows ranged up the hillside.
But the food was as good as ever.
Yes, TWO croissants!
It's a nice place to be.



Monday, 25 September 2017

Visible Monday: raincoat and wellies.

I don't know what happened to summer, but autumn is definitely here now. It's a soggy, misty day with a light drizzle of rain that quickly gets you wet - time to put on a raincoat and wellies. Himself, who is a bit of an optimist, had been pointing up one of the garden walls and I came outside to help him throw a sheet over his handiwork to stop it being spoilt by the weather. Am I going to be spending the next six months or so decked out in waterproofs? Probably!
I've had this purple mac since forever, it doesn't hold off serious weather but the colour cheers me up very effectively. The Hunter wellies were new last year. They are covered in botanical prints and they are another spirit lifter. I've hitched up the skirt of my dress so that you can see a bit more of the wellies - but you're not getting a look at my wobbly knees!
Joining Patti who hosts Visible Monday.

Tuesday, 5 September 2017

Tuesday Intros: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society


In the summer we took a short break to the island of Guernsey. I first read this book a few years ago and had forgotten about it until I saw it on display in the Guernsey Information  Office. Now I've read it again and wish I had done so before the holiday as, by chance, we were staying in the area of St Martin in which the book is set.

The St Martin coast.
The book is set just after the Second World War. Guernsey had been the only part of Britain to be captured and occupied by Germany and the story is told by means of an exchange of letters. 
Here is the opening page.
For all that the book is about the cruelties of occupation it is a very gentle book full of likeable characters and I found it a 'feel good' read. While on the island we were told that a film of the book is being made.
Linking up with Barbara who is the hostess of Tuesday Intros.

Monday, 4 September 2017

Visible Monday

I haven't joined in Patti's 'Visible Monday' for quite a while, my wardrobe and drawer space is limited, and full, and I'm trying to resist the lure of new clothes. I spend much of my time happily grubbing about in the garden in old denim shorts or patched crops. But no matter what tired old outfit I'm wearing I feel sufficiently 'visible' if I've put on a necklace. Some women feel dressed if they put on some statement earrings but necklaces are the thing for me.
I'm wearing comfortable old favourites today, a linen/rayon skirt by Lilith that is a shocker for creasing but is such an interesting, odd cut with two deep, mismatched pockets and the longer length that I prefer. The t-shirt top is by Velvet and has a knotted front detailing that creates a bit of shape.
Like this one, most of my necklaces are short 
so that they don't bang about.

Scraggy old neck!
 I can't resist red shoes!

Monday, 21 August 2017

At the weekend

We had various bits of shopping to do; a glass window panel to collect that is to replace one that has become fogged and some red paint for the highchair that Himself is sprucing up ready for the new occupant. These are the sort of small faffing-about tasks that are satisfying once they have been completed. We've discovered that an early start on Saturday morning is good because the roads and car parks are quiet, the weekday workers are still at home enjoying a bit of a lie-in and a leisurely breakfast.
The highchair is Swedish and it's first occupier is now forty-six years old.  Her brother and her own children have also put it to good use over the years - some repairs were necessary! But it is a great design, it functions as a highchair
and also, by folding the hinges, as a play table.
With the glass and paint collected we were heading for home when posters reminded me that Carter's steam fair had been in town for several weeks and this was the last weekend before they packed up and moved on. They had set up camp in the park.
All was quiet, many of the rides were in covers,
the fairground workers asleep in their smart, liveried caravans.


Everything strangely silent,



the chair-o-plane seats barely moving  in the breeze.
Only the flags were flying.


The artwork fascinates me.


These designs must be passed on from generation to generation.
 
And what small child wouldn't want to ride in one of these cars!



It was quite ghostly to wander around on my own in the silence. It will have been very different at night with the lights and noise and the steam fair music!