The still in the night

a time in reflective mode. The settle in new environments. It is lovely here on the cusp of the town centre. 

An amazing analysis in modes of time in seeing all this. The times I thought I could no longer carry on. The strength to do so when all adrift. The focal point on life that was good. The continuing of unfinished life without the other. 

I hope to travel further afield next week. The choice in much. They would like to go to Rhyl, Chester in the near future. 

In the meantime Nantwich maybe ... 

fascinating in a

historical architecture, the nooks and crannies in find of a better side to Crewe ... this while getting around anew parts of this town in accessing the very nearby shops to spruce and assist in a set up of this new home here ... 

I am enjoying some peace this particular sunny evening ... A sky blue evening with a gentle breeze It is lovely and cool ... 

The appreciation in how this path so different for us in bittersweet happiness 

Now not to get lost

in the normal run of things in finding the route to some shops not been on my own yet  ...not like I do on familiar territory at home these days 

new and old ...

in a charity shop ... the style adopted by two young people to set up home minimal. The make of most in my busmans style break away from my own concerns, to do usual life stresses in major life changes of others ... A eye for a good bargain pleased to see ... I sat in this corner of the shop on a very comfy seat while they wandered around ... 

memotives again in a busman ...

...style break ... a spontaneous time in tandem with life changes of a daughter ... a helping hand, a home sit, discovering environments new ... time away in many celebrations for once after a very long time in continued arduous and stress full years ... 

A wonder in child like antics, with the seriousness of the silent impact one does not see in an area not known. The talkative lifestyle of a Cheshire town full of culture within culture ... 

The appreciation of your custom. I am  certainly catching up in sitting in restaurants, pubs, bakers, cafes. The life outside of four walls and a ceiling that came in end days of another ... 

A walk ...

a train ... deep underground a city ... a high speed train and a bus ... then a short walk in a town so similar to a place familiar in Hampshire ... 

In cognito of sorts ... no one to remind me of where I am .... the fun of a newish place ... which I will get accustomed to while I house sit with a makeover thrown in for a while ... 

In the meantime some time with family, until I am left to my own devices ... 

Doing what one does ...

.. in another busman style trip in trepidation... the hope for the future actually now in play. The thankfulness and appreciation ... that a daughter is settling into her life good after trauma ... 

The wonder in the hope of a better time, starting to actually happen. What we all would like to see for our children. I am now able to do the more usual things, and in a bit more peace. 

The wind down in flow. The topping up on those pesky utility meters that came to be in my life. The pack of my belongings. And some therapeutic time in given skills to those who were there, here. 

The start of more give back ... 

Plans in danger

spots.. the places I would love to go, unfortunately after knowing of someone on a tad more personal knowledge how very real being kidnapped there can be. It is lush though.

All in recent discussions, on still going other places. 

It is like a journey under instead of over would knock down my late husband with utter complete surprise...  it is not me. 

Where once I would not. I now would. The fear gone on that side of things post time. The fact I joked with my family too, I would break the bungee cord, at the minute. Again something once, never dreamed of doing. The jump out a plane., too.

The Scandinavian countries were often thought of ...  A North Pole adventure once a very long, long, time gone. All those student things learnt from all those visionary trips taken. I did not progress past the bronze, on many things, gym ... missed out on the handstand. Again I knew those that did the gold in the Duke of Edinburgh. All interesting. If it was not so far New Zealand is a thought when life more back on track, and free of the new restrictions. The incredulous journey I take is not for this recovery stage. The limitations are not just me. 

For now the first port of call is on the cards .... a short time to test the waters on how I feel ... along with those thoughts to get out the cycle I am within ... 

Delights discovered ..

... drift on long after the journey maybe taken ... the moving image on a blustery hill top near the ocean. The wedding guests arriving for a wedding ... tottering down in their finery, with the highest heels ... the sensible taking them off to manage the slippery slopes of a hilly valley ... 

the funniest moment though was the comment in not believing the route given, in the many directions to these same guests ... most probably cos I was giggling, like I tend to these days ... and it gets misinterpreted by those in this mood or in a bad one ...

On times like these

THE LOOK BACK on the achievements getting out and doing an exam or few, the travel to the head quarters of offices. The realms of photos of even the simplest joy of rediscovery ... the kinda circular trek of Sevenoaks, Liverpool to Godrevy lighthouse ... A big swoop of places via a hopital, hospice halls and homes or few in this journey ... 

near a city

... far to time ... the county's countrywide ... the next step for a journey in some beauty within ... 

for now ... a more local time within a big screen, of a triangular shopping mall. The booming of sound and image in time ... A market town and a European mall. The experiences of both once again. 

Along with all those experiences we can take for granted ... Now another image for a family adding to Bodmin moor with Dad, getting over a stile on the bluest of sky days, the cosy in my late Dads gown and more recently ... a summery image of time at a picnic ... 

A river runs brown in the greeness of forest trails

A picnic in time of greenery and colours of wildflowers in abundance

Foxy Friday's in June of 2016 

The local beaches

portrayed in a once young mind of the Cornish County where once resided 

We have been fortunate to see all of these during that time. The chance to catch up in a more regular time at these places, once again ... Particularly off the beaten track ... Would be fortuitous... 

Further afield in the

triangle of counties, which I discussed with a minister this week last. The fact my family is split across these. I am quite aware of this. Time lost in catch. The fact too. one day of volunteering in another county, cos the waiting list is long here. The vocation thoughts at a local hospital, I could bike to. And the vacations too. All or just something plain different to suit theses new needs in mind. 

The fact I lived near this, it took many seasons before this became a destination in widowhood ...

The reacquainted in much since loss ... A journey in new and old cuisine, places, transport, high speed Euro trains, the slow trains, buses that do not turn up, cars quirky or new, buildings, museums, offices, Headquarters, the CEO singing in a choir, the committee meetings, training, taster days, coves, sand, ocean, bridges, heights, cliffs, top of the world or in a boggy field on firework and bonfire night ... this in many ... canals in hilarious...  The cackles amusing those around tickling all in this child like delight of rediscovering the world around me 

Time in Seasonal catch up