Travelling

 Feeling a little travel weary now. The crossing wasn't rough but there was enough swell to constantly remind you that you were on a ship. Unfortunately the people in the next cabin had brought their hobby with them - carpentry - what on earth they were tapping away at all night I can't begin to imagine - best not go there!  Brittany was swathed in fog along the coast but as we moved inland it gradually disappeared though only to reveal a sort of sunless murky grey.  All is well at the house. People from the Water Company had needed access to our pipes and meter  for some reason and our neighbour had let them into the garage - no idea what they'd been doing but we now seem to have much more water pressure……. that'll test the joints! 

Shopping done the trip home was one of taking lanes never travelled before and there certainly are a lot of them.  We found Aignan, a lovely village boasting a beautiful church, an Electricity Museum, a dam, a reservoir and a canal.  Lots of photo ops there and I have no doubt that we'll be going back!  We also found  two derelict houses out in the "wilds" both very photogenic. And all that on the trip home from the supermarket……a photographers dream!

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Icebergs…or not

I sat and typed out my blog for today and thought of a friend who is going through one of life's sticky patches. On impulse I sent the proposed writing to her for her comments. I' m so glad I did for back came really positive thoughts, links and ideas. Directions which I had completely missed/forgotten about. She found some positive directions to go in and I'm so pleased on two counts - one that she is seeing some "positives" and two that she chose to share them thereby redirecting my somewhat  negative stance - I'm being kind here with the use of "somewhat" - it was very negative indeed.  But here - judge for yourself………….

 Icebergs

(( I sometimes think that we are a bit like  icebergs. You start off with pretty much a full complement of everything you're going to need - unlike an iceberg it's all in a little package but stick with me a while….You're full of energy, enthusiasm, thirst for knowledge and off you sail into life. Slowly but surely all that you have dwindles and shrinks. I can hear you  "my waistline could do with shrinking a bit"  but think metaphorically.  The iceberg shrinks as it sails into warmer, uncharted territory, bits drop off it and sail off on their own, they're called calves - how appropriate, though they could be called many other things, friends, partners, lovers, colleagues, annoying shop assistants, people who get in my way when I'm driving…..but I digress - slightly! The iceberg continues sailing along getting smaller and smaller until eventually it disappears altogether.  Ever felt you're doing just that……..dropping calves and sailing on to who knows what?))

There … almost a BOGOF!

No Words

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To rage or not to rage

I could be incandescent with rage……..there was a long list of swear words running through my brain - good job I can't spell most of them and they wouldn't be in spell check…….would they? ……. but somehow I've calmed myself. It's not worth the angst, it won't achieve anything and the gratification will be instant, fleeting and unsatisfactory.  I must think of myself, my decision and what I want for a change.

I will not be diverted. 

There, that's better. Like a list, written and then left behind, but its contents remembered I have exorcised the cause of my initial anger through the act of writing it down - detail is unnecessary. 

So I can now smile, relax and prepare to enjoy!  

On a different note a shopping trip to Plymouth today resulted in a lovely selection of photographs, mostly architecture and no purchases - surely a first for me!

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Awake

So here I am, awake at stupid o'clock with "stuff" whirling round and round in my head. Why isn't there an off switch for thinking, but then I suppose there is…the ultimate one. See this is where thoughts stray to in the wee small hours, not that these are wee nor small. A lot of people have started their work day by now. 

So here I am with coffee…perhaps not the best of ideas but hey! There are always photos to process and blogs to read so I'm not exactly idle and it keeps the thoughts at bay……maybe.

Through the Summerhouse.

I should really revisit my piece about "words I should be avoiding"  My use of "maybe" has reminded me. Well then, there's something else I can occupy myself with.  But for now it's back to the photos from Rosemoor which I took yesterday. The colour seems strange, not how I remember it, but then how we remember things isn't always how they were……sadly.

Rosemoor

Afternoon stroll.

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Abandoned and Unloved

It isn't only buildings, they're just easier to photograph.

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