Today as you read this and depending on the time the small lounge project will be almost complete. Today the furniture arrives, yesterday the carpet hopefully will have been laid and a couple of days earlier the curtains should have been fitted. I am writing this on Friday evening (5th) having had to spend the last two days for the most part at home attending to the needs of the guys who tiled over the hearth yesterday and today and the gas fitter who installed the new fire. Here is the finished result…..
A vast difference and improvement I think you’ll agree. I will post pictures of the whole room in a forthcoming post. I will say that the fire being rated at 4.5 Kw produces far and above the power needed to heat the room. I doubt it will ever be used at the highest settings though it will provide rapid heating of the room should it be necessary. I suppose gas fires in general don’t differ much in capacity so their level of use will be determined by the size of the rooms in which they are installed. I am well-pleased with the new look fireplace though. It was a little after two-thirty when I got the chance to get out of the house. I had to post the registration document to the manufacturer for guarantee purposes so I had to visit the Post Office for a stamp as I hadn’t any left. Another bright, warm and sunny day made the walk very pleasant and once I had posted the document I took a walk down toward the beach and my local pub. I’d had a snack at home so it was more for a soft drink and to meet anyone who might be there. A couple were sitting outside enjoying the sunshine. It was a new friend whom I hadn’t seen for three months. She had been out walking for a few hours in town and was now tired. They remained long enough for a short chat then left for home. I went into the pub for my drink and saw a few people in there before returning home myself not long after. When I got home I spent some time on the patio before giving the garden plants another showering with the hose pipe. That’s the way it goes when it doesn’t rain for days on end.
It was quite pleasant on Sunday morning and I decided to go for a short walk. I had gotten up around eight o’clock but didn’t get downstairs until nine-thirty. After a breakfast of fruit I thought I would prepare a vegetable and chicken stew. I say vegetable and chicken rather than chicken and vegetable because the stews I make consist mainly of vegetables. It would be enough for two meals meaning I wouldn’t need to cook a main meal the next day. Leaving it to stand after it had cooked I went out for a walk. I wasn’t sure how far I would go, I most often decide that once I am out. This time I had a feeling it wouldn’t be too far. I was stopped by a lady after I had gone a half-mile and we chatted. I hadn’t met her before, she was a complete stranger but we talked for around ten minutes as if we’d known each other for years! We parted company and went our separate ways. I walked another mile and a half I guess before returning back home. I walked close-by my local pub at around twelve-fifteen and already the car park was full. I mentioned this in yesterday’s post. The pub has become so popular it is sometimes difficult to park there at times. In the warmer months, unless I am wearing heels I tend to walk there when I visit. I suppose I could have popped in but I was out for a walk and wasn’t carrying a purse. I went home instead. It had been a short walk though it might have been longer had I not been stopped. Usually I just plod on with no interruptions and I end up going further. Anyway I returned home and had another afternoon resting. I ate some of the stew for lunch followed by a slice of the apple pie I had cooked before Christmas, obviously defrosted of course.
It is late on Monday afternoon or early evening if you prefer, it is 5.30 on the clock anyway. I had no work today. I have just sat down with a cup of coffee after returning indoors after a short walk. Short walks mean anything less than three miles for me and they are usually around two. I returned home over an hour ago but I didn’t come inside immediately, I sat on the bench seat we had placed in the elevated position under one of the front windows. I knew it would come in handy!It wasn’t very warm but neither was it very cold and there was almost no wind so it was pleasant for sitting outside. So I sat there in contemplation, something I love doing, just sitting there and taking stock of things. My thoughts drift all over the place and one thought leads on to another. It is like an adventure, not knowing what will turn up next. I hadn’t felt particularly energetic before I took the walk, in fact the opposite was true, I wasn’t feeling up to going for a walk but I made the effort. Perhaps it is the time of year for it is hard getting motivated when the sun isn’t shining and it isn’t all that warm. I was glad I did, I felt better on my return. So I had been sitting there for about thirty minutes when a car pulled up in the street outside one of the gates. I knew immediately who it was and why they had called even before the car had stopped. It was a regular visitor on her delivery round, delivering packages and parcels in the area and she was delivering yet another package for E. It is all to do with E’s small hobby/business making greetings cards. She receives an awful lot of mail since her project took off. She wasn’t at home for she had gone out for a few hours presumably shopping. The girl didn’t see me sitting there in the twilight gloom as she approached the steps leading to the front door. Even when the floodlight switched on automatically she still hadn’t noticed me until I greeted her with a ‘Good morning’. That always brings a chuckle. I asked her to post the package as I wanted to remain seated for a little longer. She is a very amiable person and easy to talk with so that’s what we did for five minutes. Then she left and as she did another of the floodlights switched on too. It hadn’t noticed her approach but it noticed her departure as she must have walked down the steps on the closer side. I hadn’t triggered the light even though I was closer still but then I was sat motionless. She triggered the third floodlight as she walked down the path back to her car. Soon all the floodlights switched off and I was again in the darkness of twilight, my favourite time of day, evening twilight. I sat there quietly for a while longer before returning indoors and to prepare myself a coffee, the one I have been drinking while writing this.
Forecast: Tomorrow (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I was at a bit of a loose end again on Tuesday. I could have done some work in the garden but chose not to. Once more I had no electrical work scheduled either. Rain was forecast for later in the day and through the night so that prevented me from repairing the loose bricks on the raised flowerbed I wrote about in yesterday’s post. I suppose I could have done the work anyway and simply covered the wall with polythene sheet to keep it from getting wet whilst the mortar set but I wanted to do some rendering on the buttress too and that would be difficult to protect from the rain. I put it off for another day. According to the forecast the rain would only be for the one day and then it would be dry for a few days. I went for a walk in the morning instead. I didn’t feel like walking or doing anything for that matter at first but after ten minutes or so that changed and it became enjoyable as it usually is for me. My main interest when walking is looking at the fauna, gardens and scenery and I like looking at buildings and their architecture when in built-up areas. I never get bored when out walking. The day was cold though with a bit of a biting wind but I was wrapped up well enough to bear it. Most of the time I walked in sheltered places so the wind was less of an irritation. The weather must have gotten to me however as later I began to feel its effect. For the remainder of the day I did very little for a change except play my guitar and watch television. This is certainly not good for me, it just won’t do but I suppose I have to rest from my labours sometimes! I found the time to write this anyway.
Boredom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
It was late Friday afternoon and I was bored stiff. I had been gainfully employed for a time on Thursday after having had a break but now I had nothing specific to do, no electrical work and no work at home. It was too soon to be bored but it doesn’t take much time for me to get bored. I didn’t mind so much during the morning but by lunch time I began to get bored. It was a windy and wet day but the sun kept popping out to brighten things up. I decided to go for a short walk to ease the boredom and to get some exercise at the same time. I’d only gone a few hundred yards and it began to rain. It didn’t last and it seemed a waste of time opening the umbrella but I did. It is one thing getting soaking wet when nearly back home but another when I’d only just left! Anyway the walk did me good and I tried not to notice the wind. One benefit I get from walking around my town is I get to look at other people’s gardens and see the variety of plants they have some of which we have too. I can see what our own will be like in a couple of years’ time. I could have spent a little time sweeping up the leaves in the rear garden but the wheelie bins were full and wouldn’t be emptied until Monday, it would be pointless to sweep them into bags when they could go straight into the emptied bins. There would be more to sweep up by Monday anyway. I toyed with the idea of driving to the garden centre to purchase plants for the flowerbed but decided against it until I had more spare cash in my purse, the £150 I had might probably not be enough to buy the amount of plants I wanted anyway. I had more work scheduled so I made the decision to wait a few more days. I cannot handle having nothing to do and the waiting I knew would be difficult but sometimes it has to be that way. The only thing working in the house apart from static equipment was our little robot cleaner we affectionately call Robbie, what else? E had gone out for the afternoon probably to her mom’s house then to do some shopping, I didn’t ask. I had returned home from my walk when she returned home, dashed into the kitchen and left again with a bag containing four new kitchen rolls. I thought perhaps she had spilled something in her car but she didn’t return as I would have expected had that been the case. She had driven off again! That was the only bit of ‘excitement’ I’d had all day. Such is life for me when there’s nothing for me to do.
Every machine requires some form of continuously applied energy in order for it to keep operating. Once that energy is depleted the machine stops. If subsequently the machine is left idle for too long it may not restart so easily, some machines will seize up if left too long. I was thinking about this as I took a mid-morning walk on Sunday. The weather was fine and sunny though the biting north wind let me know it was still winter nevertheless. As I set out from home I usually walk in a northerly direction most of the time so that wind was in my face. The only consolation was the fact that it wasn’t a strong wind. There were few people about even though it was after nine-thirty but I guess many folk would be taking it easy indoors. As I approached the town centre there were more people out in the streets and some were in the bars having breakfast. I saw nobody taking any form of useful exercise, those walking about were doing so at a snail’s pace but there was a cyclist or two in racing garb doing some serious peddling. I was walking toward the beach front where the wind was more noticeable but as by now
Mature woman power walking in residential environs
I was walking in a southerly direction it was at my back. By this time I was feeling quite warm for I had been putting some effort into my stride, power walking if you like. A young girl passed me by as she jogged in the same direction but by the time she had reached the far end of the sea front where pedestrians have either to cross the road and continue inland or take to the beach itself I was only a hundred metres or so behind her. Considering the distance we had both travelled and the fact I was probably fifty years her senior, I think I did remarkably well. Had I been running I suppose I might have even kept pace with her for a short time at least. It has been years since I did any outdoor running though I do cover some miles on my treadmill occasionally. At seventy years of age I am of the opinion that exercise is of great benefit but too much is probably not good. As I ‘power walked’ along the sea front a middle-aged man was running in the opposite direction and as he passed I could see the pained look on his face. It was as though he was enduring his exercise rather than enjoying it. Now I know that running is hard work but I also know that it is a pleasurable thing to do. I really enjoyed every minute of it whether it be cold, wet and windy or nice and sunny. Perhaps this guy’s pained expression was his way of letting us know that he was really enjoying his run. One great thing about taking exercise is that I don’t have to watch the calories so much, exercise burns them off. I therefore eat well so that my machine will keep on running and not seize up!
Riverside Walk, Gravesend Families are out enjoying the warm weather on a Sunday. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I like walking. I seldom find the time to do much of it though but at the weekend I have more time than I have during the week. If I am not involved with some home project, maintenance task or something else I can go for a walk. Sunday therefore is usually a day when I can go for a walk as I seldom do much on that day. At this time of year the weather is ideal for walks, not too warm and not too cold. After my breakfast, an hour after my breakfast, I am thinking about going for a walk as long as the weather permits. I don’t have suitable clothing for long periods out in the rain just at the moment, something I ought to put right and perhaps will do in the coming weeks so I have to rely on it being dry for now. On Sunday the weather was just fine so off I went. I took an unusual route, one I would not normally take as it took me by a building I would be visiting the following morning to do some work. I wanted to check it out. I ended up walking along the main road into town. At the first main junction there had been a horrific accident the previous day and I had to take a detour as I went to do a job for someone in the town centre. On my return home the junction had still not been cleared of obstructions but as I walked past on Sunday morning there was little evidence of the incident apart from a couple of pieces of plastic bumper that had been left on top of a wall. The roads were relatively quiet but there was a steady flow of traffic heading toward the centre, probably shoppers as many of the stores are open on a Sunday these days. Such is the way of the world nowadays. I won’t discuss my feelings about that right now though save to say I am in disagreement with it. As I approached the town centre I could see that there were many people about so I made a detour toward the seafront. There were very few people on that part of the beach where I continued with my walk but as I reached closer to home I found there were many unattended vehicles parked off the main road in the access area to the beach. I supposed their owners were off on their own walks along the beach or in the sand dunes. I left the beach at that point and headed back to home a half-mile away. The walk was very uneventful but that isn’t unusual, most of them are. I go for the exercise and fresh air but I also enjoy looking in other people’s gardens where I pass them to see what plants and layouts they have. For some unexplained reason I seem to be turning into a gardening freak! Some of the plants I see I have in my own gardens and many of them are larger as they have been there a long time so it gives me an idea of what my plants will be like in a year or two. As I arrived back home my next-door neighbour was reversing out of her drive and about to drive off to the supermarket but she stopped for a few minutes to chat with me. She hasn’t been enjoying good health lately and told me she was unsure about driving because of her current condition. I was about to offer to drive her but she told me that her son had already offered and she had refused. Perhaps she should be considering stopping driving for a while. Anyway she drove off and I went indoors to prepare lunch. I did little else for the remainder of the day but hey, it was Sunday!
MakeDamnSure (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
It is Sunday once more and I sit in the front lounge writing this at eleven o’clock in the morning. I arose around five-thirty having gotten to bed early the night before. I was washed, dressed and had put on my make-up by six o’clock and went downstairs for a breakfast. Before breakfast though I put the first batch of items to be washed into the washing machine. At six-fifteen I had eaten my breakfast and went outside to water the rear garden. That took me about forty minutes and then I returned indoors just in time to take the washing out of the machine and hang it on the lines in the cellar. I wasn’t going to trust the weather to remain dry though the forecast was for it to remain dry until around one o’clock. I then placed the second load into the machine. I went out for a walk and completed something like three and three-quarters of a mile before returning home. During the latter part of my walk I was overtaken by hundreds of runners doing a sponsored run. I am not sure about the distance involved but along the route I passed a twelve-mile post. I think it likely that the run was a half-marathon and it was being held, that is the starting and finishing lines, from the local park. Also in the same park there was being held a two-day beer festival, that is Saturday and Sunday and I imagine that would have been fully attended! Not by myself though I might add. As I neared home I crossed the path of a lonely runner not associated with the organised run and not even on the same course. She smiled and wished me good morning. Apart from the runners and a few solitary walkers I saw nobody in the town or down on the Promenade. Sunday mornings in Southport are quiet before ten o’clock unless some special event has been organised. I once took a stroll on a Sunday morning around eight o’clock and hardly saw a soul. I had taken along my camera and took several pictures in and around the town, the promenade and the sea-front. The scenes are devoid of people, like a ghost town. Those pictures are posted above in ‘Southport’. Oh yes on arriving back home I hung up the second batch of washing in the cellar. They will all be dry by evening time, no need to depend on the weather!
Walking down from Oliver’s Point A sunny Sunday afternoon ramble around Nesscliffe Country Park (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I have been out walking a lot lately and seem to be doing it at every opportunity I get. I hate being in the house if I have nothing to do there and I haven’t been busy in that department for some time now. I went out walking both on Saturday and Sunday, in fact twice on Sunday as both days were warm, even hot and sunny. On the way home from my second walk on Sunday I dropped into the pub for a cold drink, staying inside as I normally do, especially if it is hot and sunny outside. I don’t like sitting out in the sun as many others do and if I do I keep my back to it. I have no choice when walking about so I try to keep myself covered as much as possible. That however has its drawbacks for if I am covered I get uncomfortably warm. As it was late in the afternoon when I walked into the pub there were plenty of spare seats inside but that was probably due to the fact that many sat outside in the sunshine. I sat alone but not for long as one of my ‘friends’ came in with his mate and came over to chat with me. I might need his services later in the year if my plans work out. I want a bedroom completely renovating and as he is into that work I asked if he would be interested. The room presently is full of junk to be perfectly honest and hasn’t been used as a bedroom for years, in fact E and I used the room to work in whilst we were renovating the bathroom last year. It was a handy place to cut timber and other things rather than having to use the cellar two floors down! The room has unused furniture in it as well as numerous items belonging to my sons and it all needs clearing out. The carpet needs replacing and new furniture has to be purchased. All that work is for later in the year when the weather is cooler and I can put aside the funds to make it happen. I could do the decorating myself but I don’t want to burden myself with too much work now. I will do what I can of course and I know there will be electrical work involved too. In the meantime I am enjoying my walks whenever and as long as I can fit them in.
Saturday turned out to be warm, humid and sunny for most of the day but whilst it remained warm and humid by six o’clock the clouds had started to roll in. We were promised rain and that was just as well for the garden plants for we hadn’t watered them knowing rain was on its way. During the early afternoon I was pottering about lifting weeds here and there and generally looking around. I have been keeping a sharp eye on the gooseberry bushes looking for any signs that some pesky insect larvae were eating the leaves, like saw-fly for instance.
It turned out that there were some saw-fly caterpillars lurking about. A couple of years ago we noticed that practically all the leaves on the plants had been consumed but last year we kept more of an eye on them and using a propriety spray we got rid of them. Actually E had also removed many by hand too. So off I went indoors to get the spray and I set about treating all the bushes. The spray is supposed to give protection for up to six weeks when the plants will need spraying again. After then it won’t matter. I didn’t wish to spend the afternoon gardening as I had been out working during the morning but I did want to go for a leisurely walk whilst the weather was fine, so that’s what I did. I like to walk around the side streets of our little town and I have a fascination with building architecture and quaint out-of-the-way places that dot the residential areas. There are a few cobbled alleyways which have grass growing through the cobbles leading to old buildings many of which are derelict or showing signs of deterioration. I romanticise in my thoughts about what they were used for and I can picture the scene 100 or 150 years ago. Along any one street many of the houses are unalike with the additions and alterations that have happened during the years by the different occupiers who have lived in them. I like to see what others have done with their front gardens where they have them and again most are different. Some have made their gardens really presentable and whilst some have tried their best to improve theirs some have let them become overgrown and neglected. I realise of course that everyone’s circumstances are different and they can only achieve so much but some people just don’t do anything or treat their frontages as if they were junk yards. As I began to turn homeward some clouds had already blotted out the sun. I came across a guy I hadn’t seen for a couple of years. He was sitting on a bench with his girlfriend outside the apartment block where he now lives. She told me that she lived in Manchester some forty-something miles away as I spent a few minutes chatting with them. I continued homeward about another half-mile away. E was out in the rear garden digging out weeds and generally tidying up. I didn’t join her, I’d had enough of being outdoors in the oppressive humidity.
Shore Stroll (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Just to buck the trend that has just been bucked (lol) I had some work to do on Monday for a change but none on Tuesday so I had some free time on my hands. I was up and about around five-thirty which is becoming something of a normal routine, getting up early I mean and I had showered and dressed well before six-thirty. I had a small breakfast and then went into the garden to water the plants. E was still in the land of Nod and didn’t come downstairs until just before nine. I had been sitting with my computer for over an hour wondering why nothing I did actually opened a program. It was going through one of those frustrating routines downloading updates and carrying out some housekeeping. I have a feeling my machine does this simply to annoy me. So it was that after an hour and a half I finally managed to get something to work. I really hate computers. Late in the morning I decided to mow the lawn, not that it desperately needed it but nevertheless keeping the grass down makes it easier to mow the next time. Usually the collecting box gets emptied twice when I mow the lawn but this time I managed to only have to empty it once. Just as I had finished E came downstairs dressed to go out again, this time with her sister who came to collect her. I wasn’t going to be left alone in the house yet again so I put on some shoes and went for a stroll to the pub. I was already suitably dressed for going out as I knew I wouldn’t be working. I decided to treat myself to the full works as it were. The food there is absolutely the best. After my meal I went for a leisurely stroll down ‘Rotten Row‘ (the Southport version) which is just around the corner from the pub and took my time to admire the border plants along the route. Rotten Row runs alongside the park in which Southport holds its annual flower show in August and the plants in the borders are usually at their best at the same time as the show. There are plants of all descriptions in the full borders and they make the walk really pleasurable. The road itself is about a half-mile long and finally leads to the rear of the local supermarket at the south end of the town centre. I carried on with my stroll along The Promenade for a short distance before turning toward the beach. I walked on the beach side of the sea wall until I reached the road on which the pub is located. I had to make a visit to the ladies room before continuing on homeward so I popped back into the pub. I had been back in the house for a very short time when E returned also. I am supposing she went for a meal too though she didn’t tell me and I didn’t ask.
So there I was on Thursday morning fully dressed, breakfast eaten by seven o’clock and sitting outside on the bench which sits in front of the patio looking out onto the lawn having a cup of coffee in the bright dappled sunshine. I could have chosen to sit up on the patio but chose the lower bench instead. As usual my eyes wonder about and I find myself looking at all sorts of things. Looking down at the edge of the lawn in front of me I thought to myself, ‘I should really cut the grass where it has spread over the concrete paving slabs’. I had mowed the lawn a few days ago but I didn’t trim the edges. Up I got from the bench and went indoors for the keys to both garages where we keep the gardening tools. I wanted an edging tool but we don’t have one, something I must rectify next time I am out shopping, so I picked up the smaller spade, a brush and a shovel and made my way back to where I had been sitting. I started to lift the grass to see how far it had grown over the path and discovered it was about four inches (100 mm)! I began to use the spade to dig into the grass as I would do with an edging tool and after I had done about two metres I then started to remove the excess grass by hand. I had the green waste wheelie bin to put the grass into as I moved along. I ended up doing the whole lawn edging. That must be around forty metres or more and it took me about three and a half hours to do it. You can see the approximate size of the lawn in these two old photographs taken a few years ago. Actually, now I look at them it was only the one below which was taken a couple of years ago, the one above was taken last Winter. Both were taken from my bedroom window so the nearest one third of the lawn cannot be seen. When I started the weather was quite cool but by the time I had finished it was quite hot. I was indoors around eleven-thirty and had the quiet sit down I should have had earlier. After a light lunch I watched a little television and E went out to do the weekly shopping but no sooner had she left the house when I decided to go for a walk for something to do. I strolled toward the beach but dropped in to the pub for a soft drink first and then I found myself walking along the grassland that is between the sand dunes and the beach itself before turning back homeward. Again I sat out in the rear garden but now I was on the patio with an ice cream on a stick as a treat but once I had finished it I got out the hose and watered the whole garden, lawn included. I can’t sit still for a minute can I?
Parking meter at Brocolitia Here in the middle of nowhere, a parking meter to extract pennies from visitors to Brocolitia Roman Fort and Mithraeum Temple (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I got up early on Monday but only to take a trip into town for a few things. Maybe I would get an electrical job too but that didn’t happen. I wonder why (see previous posts)? When I take a trip into town I sometimes take the van to just somewhere out of the parking meter zone and I have a favourite place to do that, then I walk the rest of the way. I never pay at a meter if I can avoid it, motoring is expensive enough and the walking is of benefit. If I know I won’t be working I sometimes walk all the way there and back. So after a quick breakfast I set off by the back roads but on the way I thought I might call into the doctor’s surgery and see if I could get an appointment. For some time now I have been plagued with an itchy rash on the lower part of my back and I kept promising myself I would get it seen to. I had to pass the surgery to get to where I park up when going to the town centre so I stopped and went in. I was very fortunate to get to see the doctor within fifteen minutes and he prescribed an ointment for the complaint which he said was a simple skin infection. The prescription was sent directly to the chemist by The Internet and I collected it on my return home from my shopping trip an hour later. I buy my toiletries in town as they are far cheaper there but on this trip I wanted also to buy a black cardigan. I bought one that I liked and together with my other purchases returned home via the chemist store. I hadn’t really dressed with the intention of doing any work so I was dressed for going out and socialising. Just before noon E went out somewhere and I decided I might dine out but at a later time in the day. I set off on foot around two-thirty but I ended up walking about aimlessly not being able to decide where to go. In Southport that shouldn’t be a problem as there are hundreds of places, quite literally! After almost two hours of walking about in the sunshine and taking in the scenery I found myself back home without having eaten! I am like that, I go out with all the best intentions then give up on the idea because I couldn’t be bothered! I prepared a very light snack and was satisfied with that even though I’d had very little to eat at breakfast eight hours earlier. I made a cup of tea and sat out on the patio but soon found myself watering some of the plants as they looked desperately in need of it. I carried on until the whole garden had been watered and finally I wanted to fill the watering can that is kept in the large greenhouse but the water supply had been cut off. The hose had separated from the hose connection fixed to the tap (faucet). I replaced it but again it came off. How to affect a repair? In the cellar I have a little storeroom filled with all sorts of tools and materials and I searched for something to use that would make the hose connection usable again. I have a box filled with many neoprene ‘O’ rings and using one I was able to repair the connection. I wondered how other people less practical than myself would have coped. Call in someone to help, go out and buy another connector or just give up? My whole life is geared around fixing things for myself wherever I can when things go wrong and it has saved me a small fortune over the years but it is the satisfaction I feel when I find a solution to a problem and the fact that I am able to fix it. I don’t think E would be able to cope in the same way, in fact I know she wouldn’t but help isn’t far away should she ever need it when I am not here.
Path to the beach This footpath leads over the Marram Hills and onto the beach beyond. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
It was a really bright and sunny day on Saturday but quite cool however. On Sunday it was theoretically warmer but cloudy. I went for a walk around 11 o’clock in the morning and discovered it was quite cold and misty during the two hours I was away from home. I was wearing suitably warm clothes so the chill in the air was no problem. I walked through the back streets through town and when I arrived in town itself I noticed there were many people walking toward the fairground with their children. A week or so earlier the fairground was still closed but around the end of March and the beginning of April it opens for the warmer seasons. Soon I found myself almost alone as I walked along the beach front. The tide was on its way out but the beach itself and the footpaths that have been formed through the Marram grass that grows there were still wet and puddled. An hour or so later the tide would be fully out. After a while I turned back homeward along the sea front and the traffic along the coastal road was beginning to get heavy. The speed limit along the road is 30 mph but several drivers were ignoring that as they sped toward town. I seems the rules don’t apply to them until they are involved in an accident. I was beginning to feel the need to visit the toilet when I was still a mile away from home so I decided to make a detour to the pub. I had to pass by a local caravan site which has recently been extended and landscaped. It was surprisingly full of caravans and mobile homes with people taking an Easter break I guess. I carried on by and on to the pub. Fortunately the pub was open and had been since noon as it is every day. There were a few cars in the car park which meant Sunday lunch was being served. The menu is A La Carte with quite a variety of dishes to choose from but I wasn’t there for a meal, not this time, I wanted to use the toilet. Normally I would never use the facilities of an establishment unless I was a guest there or purchasing something but as they know me as a regular customer I knew they wouldn’t object. I could have stopped for a meal I guess but I had left home without my purse. My intentions were to just go for a walk. Most times I do carry my purse and handbag wherever I am going. It was after 1 o’clock by the time I was back home but I wasn’t feeling hungry enough to have a meal. The day started to get brighter after 2 o’clock when the sun began to peek through the clouds occasionally. It remained cool but early Spring is never usually that warm anyway.
Torrisdale Bay The marram grass in the foreground is an important coloniser of sand dunes. It helps to stabilise the sand, allowing other species to become established. The sand dunes at the head of the bay are up to 5 metres high. The headland beyond is Creag Ruadh. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
As far as exercising goes I have been pretty lazy over the last couple of months. I have taken some exercise on the treadmill, handy for when it is wet and windy outdoors and I don’t want to go for a walk in it! That exercise has been little though but it has been due to the fact that I have been working hard over the same period and because that work is physical I cannot do both. However it had been some time since I last went for a walk but on Monday afternoon after lunch I posted some mail for E and continued to walk for a couple of miles before returning home. The walk was planned on the spur of the moment but the posting of the mail was opportunistic. Once E knew I was going out she asked if I could pass by the post box handing me a large wad of envelopes. I had eaten too much lunch, I knew I had as it was taking its toll but after a half-mile or so things began to settle down. By the time I had returned home I knew I’d been exercising! I had made some lentil and barley stew, soup or whatever you might call it the previous day and there was enough left over for another meal. The problem was there was just a little too much left over and my eyes were bigger than my belly! That said I had nothing else. My walk took me past my local pub (no I didn’t go in) and along the sea front. The sky was overcast towards the west, that is over the Irish sea. It looked like rain but it didn’t rain, in fact the weather was ideal for walking about in, cool, dry, reasonably sunny and no wind to speak of. The beaches hereabout have a problem with marram grass in that it has been allowed to grow over the years and covers much of the sand close to the sea wall or sand dunes. Gradually over the years I have noticed new dunes forming where they didn’t before exist. It is a natural form of land reclamation and will protect the land behind it eventually, just as the main dunes now do. So here on the west we have land reclamation but on the east coast there is much land erosion. There have been many changes along the coast since I moved here 27 years ago. For 12 years I had lived a mere 8 miles south of where I am now and whilst there I saw some changes too. I need to get out and about more and I don’t mean to work, I have enough of that. I had been doing some electrical work in the morning and it looks like I shall be doing the same on Tuesday morning too as I write this. Well I have to do something to relieve the boredom!