A walk out

just for the girls 

down memory lane between halls and uni 

one last Saturday evening 

followed by a movie ... 

... A pocket of history ...

... quiet of a busy railway town ...  

.. the historical railway cottages; progress built around .... 

A birthday void indulgent ...

Time in a tea room 

A view of a good cuppa with cake 

Time in country and town by car 

View from a car journey

After a Cinema trip

this followed pizza with salad
... My choux pastry balls ... know as  profiteroles

Followed by days in walk ... of walk off ... 

We were rained off this day ... On Sunday it stayed drier for a walk round
... Westport lake ...

Originally planned this walk round for the Friday ... We went to the Cinema instead ...

Friday through

Saturday of showers ... Oblivious to my functions in forray of solutions to such in much ... A daughter notice of skin glow of this break of atypical busman break these summer weeks past. The mandatory mix of much fresher fresh air in health benefits. The mind a tad in a better place not without deep dips of highs and lows.

The skin may have flared up again slowing me down until the antibiotics improved this. The errands, the solutions while away from the situation. The exploration in tantisilising the senses with atmospheric experiences and explore of cuisine, beverages, images in environment of a lot different.

The rains ...

again ... Already a full day with rest ... the search still for a bargain or solution for the home assistsance in advice ... the damp proofing due to start originally as I leave, put back a week. The person given the business arriving back from their hols with all that brings ...

My advice was sought ... It is best to adapt the diary ... a better job would be done ... the wisdom of characters and how life reacts around you ... 

Use the situation ... Fate and destiny in hand too ... that we have had in abundance with all the experience on this busman trip of a difference... 

Dress in design

...a long peaceful shower of a long birthday weekend void of a now early deceased hubby. The young ones entertaining me from wake to sleep one August Friday from that bleak Friday one December day during those festivities  ... 

The peaceful hours of a Saturday mourn in spirit of the continuation of the best life can be made ... a light breakfast after indulging in these summer meals recent ... in minute amounts at times on those days the appetite dips in pain and anguish in these most enchanting times yet ... 

A county new ... parts now known to me ... Crewe and Bathpool areas bleak. The look enticement in the images ... the magic spiritual silence within of times bleak. The fantastical milliseconds in teenage years of a new life living. And now with a tad of plan in process too ... 

Another day through ...

much in environment void. The thoughts in the next set of challenges ... 

The tears are

dripping from the sky today on one of the many specials days now in void ... a leisurely day of whim ... A trip to Nantwich for another quintessential English time with an orient twist of this UK time  crossing counties on from the time in seasons lost in to once again travelling in trepidation this time round to pastures new 

... Treasured in time ...

the glad in sad ... reflections in walks similar for the two now. A birthday week into the day with a difference, in a completely new area. 

The span of life with family. 

The conduit of emotions in a meal this evening, in memory of a loved one through decades in similar but never the same without ... while life moves  This quiet in the core of thyself ...

The discord in the harmony ... 

Last Evening

In Staffordshire

Bathpool Park ... Summer 2016

Time for a Mum and daughter in time on the eve of eve of change ... 

Staffordshire

... just inside from Cheshire today ... the span of borders many ... another visit to Bathpool Park this evening after a day different to plans. Afternoon tea was postponed ... the varied mixture of life once in knew ... in time from the busman part of this trip to the North of Englamd ... 

• Breakfast beautiful in a pub 
• Brunch late one morning 
• Plough mans lunch yet to be?  
• Shandy ... not tasted from the pump in a while ... 
• Afternoon tea postponed today 
• Sunday Roast ... in a Carvery ...  
• Walks by some form water .. a river, a pool 
• Parkland in colour and gleam 
• Avenues trees in many 
• Cinema ... Finding Dory one birthday Friday 
• Strolls in seldom seen friendly moments ... The crisp colours in summer days 
• Pub food ... The cheesecake an highlight 
• Italian ... A delicious risotto 
• Portuguese one weekend day ... One of those sharing meals 
• Sweet potato fries 
• Indian on test pass day ... Tantalisingly gorgeous 
• A visit to a Tea Room exceptional in outstanding ... 
• Errands made daily in this new area finding the picture in the pieces in past visits 
• Shopping with a daughter for a new home
• The decor colour choice of this new old home 
• Coffee shops in many 
• Up down inside out of a house to home ... decor and stitch in create 
• Sitting out for time in a garden listening to sounds surreal 
• And the strangest of all ... seeing the misty moon in night skies from the many road trips taken since the start of August ... 

The sitting in a car. The music blasting. The windows open. Parking, three point turns or nine. The whizz along lanes so like Kernow. The sensation of travelling in a car next to a daughter, the first and last time of my immediate kin in both the same colour. 

It is like did I ever leave the world away in dismal times doing all this experiences once again ... 

The span across ...

those balmy summer days in the months of July and August. Our once birthday months. Now for the single in time. This I have spent in much experience again of things we can take for granted. 

For me no ... I have soaked up the atmosphere in the mourn of raw in such enchanting times again. Those days I thought I would not feel on the skin, see the abundance of summer in colour, the greens from Spring into Autumnal. The aromas. The textures. The inner sanctum of getting dirty in good. The decor renovation in simple and struggle. 

This the new abode ... another generation ... highly atypical wishes of one though another ... 

The kitchen that is too far gone to spruce up. The bathroom in near perfection. One bedroom managed to achieve while on antibiotics for the irritating skin ruined by darkness in dank. 

This time in gift to a daughter, in unusual circumstances of making sure that if this is the one for her ... that he is never homeless again ... until end days if the unimaginable at the moment happens ... In this interim period of how life is never in timeline ... the arrangements in the making ... 

The wishes of a family in the passing on ... 

While I currently continue in vastly reducing. The next generation carries the baton of a legacy from a tad of mine to setting up home

 up the North ... 

My plans still to decide in what type of accommodation I wish to live in ... lots of options once the burden of stuff removed to a manageable level in the South West of England or an isle or ...?

A more restful August

mourn with sparkles of life drifting in my existence ... the hopes to achieve more of the elbow grease in a beautiful listed building of historical interest, in that exciting time of setting up a love nest ... that is how it put on the opposite kitchen sink window to our daughters with a window sign stating the fact ... though  our daughter's is from a situation lot in different. This much amusement to us for it is hard for those used to other situations, to believe in. These moments a lot to comprehend. The fact we are in catch up time. The fact I was here and in a car the very day her driving test pass. Treasured precious tines for us.

To those around it looks like rich kids sent to uni and able to do much. When in fact it is not all it seems. This when general housing needs stock was sold off bang in the middle of those that wish to buy or not ... making more segregation..  

 ... first some time outside to improve the skin... I am keeping an eye on my hand flare up ... The skin reminiscent of that other time ... 

I am assisting too in teaching the kid how to address the window shades ... The blinds are still up from the previous occupier... just about ... With the young children due to visit some of the cords are dangerous ... so too the sliding sash windows, upstairs.These are the quintessential features of the architects design for these now listed abodes ... 

Another Special

first in time with my family this summer August evening ... a day spent amusing myself until the end of the working day ... meeting up to get a trolley load of goodies for the home followed by a meal out of traditional treats with a twist ...

And amusing my daughter seeing me with another man, in a rescue from a chat up line into the inner depths of loneliness in a conversation, I like many others have seen in all walks of life ... in my stand back from life time while coming to terms with much  ... although in my girl guide moments onwards it is always there in life ... 

This time in tangem

the start in a new old home 

this trip in busman style by train through waves of culture. The bare skin of ours. The veils and hair covers. The modern in traditional. The real authentic Amish ... 

I arrive to Polish, Italian, Mexican, Portuguese to name a few. I converse in basic Spanish with a daughter while she was travelling through more arid lands with lemon trees. 

And I am still in my beautiful England. 

A much easier day

all round ... tomorrow is design plan decisions on the kitchen ... for the young ones ... despite the fact we were out of the kitchen when it was commodered by the unnecessary... one child knows very much what is required for her needs ... 

Road trips to

... removal of items ... the ability to do so once, twice, thrice again ...

and more aspiring table top creation ideas incorporating other ideas ... a legacy due as in much the decisions many coming into fruitful slow conclusions in time ... 

... still load in burden to process in scars to less streams and rivers into oceans of emotions ... 

A life alter

trip to assist a child ... I will hope to go back enlightened to a more foreseeable and favourable future since I lost so much in a tipsy topsy wibbly wobbly muddle in much 

one week in own

time in a town not yet familiar until now ... the limited time in a area at first of a daughters choice in uni ... 

The decision to settle here ... the volunteer ops from a uni for a buddy charity leading in a career direction change showing an appitude for it ... in September with the kids back at school ... the work in the adult section with more flourish and now with a car ...opens up more doors to try ... 

This time in satisfaction of passing on skills now we have movement back in our lives ... a lot of catch up from lost time ... 

The most settled

I have been ... although the acoustics here take some getting used to ... I have become accustomed to going along to bed in my ground floor flat ... not in rooms above the day quarters  ...  

The stairs a good method of lost exercise... 

Time not encumbered

with the works on home improvements... these particular works negotiated in the price of the house.  The necessary survey to lessen the shock of what is found hidden beyond the eye. 

I use the time wisely in keeping out the way of all access areas of works. The other home crafts taught by school, family, friends and self in the stitch crafts keeping me occupied. The stage nearer of carrying a project about with me again while waiting out and about. 

I find it easier to write and use the lens out at the minute ... than faff about with a craft bag as standard thrown in the car. The car no longer there.  

A busmans travel

back to past in a real blast in a county again further up in England ... a surreal time in is it happening ... ? After functions in movement limited  ...

We and I have washed down, cleaned, sanitised, scrubbed, sanded, in receipt of, shopped, painted, cleared away, a bit of gardening, fixed in solutions, cleaning, painting, my once again in use stain removal recipes, selected my ways of doing in along with some request of what I can do with the time I have given ...  

I have sewn, crocheted and knitted my way through in gift of time ... too 

I have done the usual exploring, wondering where in the world I am, what an I doing with moments in images and words ...

I have blogged, shared moments private and public ... I have even spoken to nurses over the communications systems and visited the local hospital to see a doctor to check out an infection in the skin ... 

This the reciprocal recovery in times after unimaginable events 

An abode ...

bikes and a car in transit of a house sit coming to an end ... entering the penultimate day of home alone ... the fact a car key is on my keys ... in another time and place I would have been driving the car ... as it is ... 

... life is not what it was ... although I have done things I thought I never bother with again ... Washing down ... Painting and a time in a garden and yes someone came up to me and asked directions ... whilst I was out in that garden ... 

Each day of the immediate

locality of Crewe the dots are connecting to places to and from halls, the student home and now here ... 

The retail park, the Italian restaurant we had a meal at graduation last year ... The many superstores and other smaller retail chains making it similar in familiar ... The uniforms having their smoke outside ...  Just like any area ... 

The pokestops now trending. That is so handy when using maps. The bonus of not looking lost, you could be playing that game now.

The trips further afield on my own here not happening at the minute. The breakfast out and a cinema trip could still happen if I am comfortable in all aspects. 

I am now looking at the immediate locality for a walk explore. 

An unexpected trip ...

in that out of hours jaunt at the weekend gave me a glimpse of a part of Crewe not seen ... It still amazes me it is so like another well known railway town near Southampton... 

It was through the journey taken on the bus route passed derelict shops and pubs and the mazes of roads with those familiar houses from my own childhood ... staying with family annually in our birth county. 

The hospital which was my destination on this occasion that was busy in quiet. Outside it looked liked no one was about. On entering it was subtle in the workings of 24/7 hidden in the depths those who do those hours seeing patients in the constant stream of arriving that does not switch off when we clock off ... 

The porters with those poorly ... The paramedics handing over ... The frustrated patient who might as well go home and me completely unsure of where I was supposed to be ... 

I went home on the very same bus I arrived in, with the same bus driver. The urbaness of a major railway connect town in this part of town looking like it didn't belong with the red of it  ... The quiet in a busy bustling area ... 

Out of hours

with one an hour bus 

Someone was watching out for me in my late morning appointment to a doctor on a Sunday morning. The bus leaving Crewe bus station which fortunately is just across the road from here for a start, at 11:11 and arrives at 11:22 for an 11:3O slot. I was seen within the hour and able to hobble back on the connection time in the return hour without too long a wait. 

How fortuitous... 

Unlikely to get out

to Liverpool for now ... I had a struggle of a Saturday night to get comfy with a problematic leg twas concerned about. Again it is fortuitous to have the 111 service ... 

I was warned the doctors were hard to get an appointment. Therefore I was refused a home visit and instead of getting in an altercation that it could be my end of life in that time ... hobbled into the appointment I took the next day not wanting to go out late in the evening. It is assumed you have someone and you drive. I got on a the usual one an hour bus ... If I had had a problem on the way ... I would have called 999 or hope a good person would assist as the many times since that bad time in my own recovery. My many mishaps that happened out and whem people came to my aid then ... One time when someone helped with my serious thumb injury not batting an eye at all my blood dripping  ... 

Plans afoot

another dawn happening 

I pushed the makeshift boundaries in time in a new abode in enjoying the usual stress time in time into a recovery time in the usual running of a home to us 

I am in the back bedroom which might become their room. I rearranged the room from enclosed to space ... while I am able to. They helped me move the bed to my arrangement. This to feel comfortable. I am near the window. I can pull up the blinds and adjust the window without getting out of bed ... 

The sliding sash windows a safety issue. We love them. 

A shower, some washing on and out on the makeshift line. Another day pottering in and out a new abode set up in a town I am gradually falling in love with ... Our girl did good ... a choice really well done ... 

This busman hol a great step in rediscovering life beyond Kent again... 

The Local Lingo

reminds me I am elsewhere ... the feelings have the sameness... I could be across the world for all I know ... plans for a cinema trip, a breakfast out and seeing that I have already been to Nantwich earlier than anticipated ... a trip back to Liverpool ... ? 

This with the tasks of homemaking interspersed in much ... We have Autumnal plans, they change by the day with events of much ... 

Antiques in

.. Love Lane ...

The Autumn years in early alone. I sometimes belong in the antique section of life ... In the slow lane while everyone rushes by ... 

Nantwich sooner than anticipated by car one Tuesday evening

The breeze of a day

in settling in on being left to my own devices in a child's first home proper  ... A very hectic emotive week last in a move. a birthday, a driving test pass, in a car again, with a child roles reversed ... 

A chunk of time lost. It is now my daughter in the driving seat. She has set her sights on being through this time now she can sit in with me officially and legally now, when I may be ready to drive once more ... I am not ready yet ... 

The moments in being accustomed in a strange area in a strange home in time alone ...  Is enough for now ... 

Italian, Mexican

Portuguese English Polish food or restaurants and DIY stores with the circuit walks through the various stores to start a spruce up of this new home project I currently assisting in ... The forthcoming week to thy own devices of a flair on those wishes ...

The fortuitous half price kitchen sale ... the one room that needs a total gut ... of a daughters new abode ... on their return from an overdue holiday, holiday to get designed and booked in ... 

For me personally ... a lot of life catch up in one swoop ... a house sit with a lotta work ...