Deeper and deeper

into areas each revisit ... the natural realignment into life with the unnatural... The float of assumptions in getting about ... The silent inward signs of dilemmas dotty and potty to most ... the fact that a lot in silent dilemmas round and about ... 

The wider journey past of those known taken in life in addictions and life too much that do bring others down with them, or a life taken before they take their own ... 

The eventual time in a town a few and a city or two  ... in repeat ... The skirt through of counties here and Crewe and a tad of a capital city ... 

Chimes in a cathedral city

the time in cobbled roads and alleyways and a sit by the cathedral ... the stunning scenery on the journey there and back. The country side of hills and valleys that meet coast and moor alike 

A place where place in past with other grandeur buildings in other areas, now again in plentiful along with the history past in Ironbridge, Stratford upon Avon ... in history new in Crewe ... 

Further into

a county tomorrow...

A day a Mum noticed the mood drop ... 

I had a gentle soothe in time with feet up and the knitting 

This after dealing with the business of my hatred for certain things done not in bitter bite ... 

The office in mobile

an important letter to print off and post ... The legacy catching up from the stuttering of care cordinator not in situ in 2014 at tax year time ... 

The time in too many people coming and going. And when I knew a Locum coming on board ... silently preparing for the re stutter ... Which indeed for weeks happened again ... The transparency of hospital change type care in overwhelming in the community care... 

When one has lost of communication and gumption never considered when in solitude and solitary times ...it takes time with the en masse of people been since ... 

I am slow in finding a new system for the paper work . The perpetual system in find ... considering my now phobias in silent of papers ... in and from that clutter 

The consideration of some in repeating myself every time a new face came along ... 

How does one find the way to engage ... getting to fast track the way each works ... 

A Breeze in blow

a time in night after more challenges in experience out of comfort in old new familiar ... 

.
.. A Kentish Park in explore off the beaten path ..
... the day before a time in more anew in Kernow .. 

Buxton, Bourneville

and Cheddar ... items for a shopping list or in my thoughts again tonight of the travels to the various places with a hubby long before the ills ...

Cheddar Gorge, the caves and Jacobs ladder up many steps to a watch tower like many towers,  steps and steeples over the years offering a 360 degree view of areas visited and admired ... 

Lanhydrock

Cornwall UK

8,013 steps and 3 flights; the health stats today ...

... One Day ...

... two different towns ... 

Wadebridge

Newquay 

A time in my own mists, and haze ... 

The rolling mists floating across the fields. The many, many tractors of different types. The journey through the varied landscape. The palm trees and tacky tourist shops, in Newquay. The coastal blue and grey of a dull day. The constant drizzle in one town. The dry air of another. And travelling from one to the other the harvest in the fields. the villages, Carvery, pubs and caravan and campsites. 

The runway of Newquay airport. The zoo and the lake. The tour by road of Newquay and the surrounding area my sister took me ... 

for this was another first since that particular crisis that came in my life ... 

Much in more

since arriving ... 

today was a more restful day. The weather literally putting a dampener on any walks. The short car trip to get some shopping. 

A time to potter in tasks ... thanks to those devices in keeping tabs on a life elsewhere ... 

Rainbow

A view of many memories

weather this afternoon .... though no sighting of a rainbow for thee ...

A  clock that still chimes, and keeps the time  ...


Up down, in and around the streets of town,
In hues and blues and brown.
The filters in new of old

The colours of another seasons end,
so bright and bold.
These evenings bend
into nights of cold.

The mind in mists
from those that
work in useless, fruitless lists,
nothing new in that old hat ...

Rigid in views
of therapy in times anew,
After a dear hubby
who himself went blue.

A wet road

trip from Plymouth, Devon. A debut outing in sisters new car. An unexpected one to pick up a certain phone from a certain shop from the ocean city.

A cappuccino in a top floor restaurant with a view. Another time another place that was so normal in many towns and places over the years. This another first in post crisis, after many seasons out the loop. 

Wind in gusts

blowing up in this last hour ... after a day of sunshine rays. The chimes of midnight blowing in these sounds of waves along the passage in carry of time ... 

The hoot

of a owl on the first night in Kernow. 

A transitional day easing in the dreckly life. A riverbank walk. The wildlife. A cormorant sighting. A mooch around town. The purchase of a birthday gift for a sister. A new device getting used to. 

The newly opened traditional sweet shop. The other changes in, and out and outbout. The price of food here. All those things some take for granted.

A real literal breath of a new air in life from crisi to this day ...

An apprehensive

journey from A to B done and taken. The derailment of a train on my other route I tend to take only served to remind be of a derailment on the viaducts crossed on this route ... 

We would certainly fly then. 

The trains thundering along these structures shaking the foundations to the core.  

The folly in my life only heightens what could ... not may ... go wrong? A death in a cold home where the patient had to go out the home to get ulcer care picking up an infection that was finally to kill him? His body no longer able to fight bi lateral Pneumonia...  no one believing how deathly poorly he was until the PM threw up the results ... 

The water cascading down the flat wall from the above flat on the eve of travel one time. The ear infection this time that nearly scuppered these current plans ... does not even touch the surface of the founded worries ... 

Blue sky to grey ...

and very grey skies by the Great Western Rail train journey end one mid week in September ... and the wonder of of it all when I didn't snooze. A handful of photos took, when the train was slower. I was too captivated in awe today. And a little misty teary eye. 

The blue skies diminishing the further in the journey away from the capital city 

A snatch of the stand alone grandeur of age in the making, the scattered trees  in the English  country side one Wednesday 

A blue sky

departure ... And a journey strange familiar to London Paddington... the tube from London Victoria to South Ken well travelled in the past. And consequently South Ken to Paddington.  I have not been to Paddington since before that time .... a few misty tears today ... 

We departed on time ...

A sit by a lake today

the local boating lake ... A wide circuit walk round a local town taking in the memories and going down some painful routes of real familiar ... A walk by places I usually pass by. A real explore like a kid going off the beaten track too, to see where paths led. This being areas not been in a while of connecting the areas I have been recently and not been in a long, long while. 

Familiarise in

much ... The step out of the box. The dreams, the infections, the flummox in find, the bother, the flurries in worries and wonders. The part of another week in abundance in this abode, The thought of travel impeding far away,. The require to get up to speed in plans made and forthcoming ... 

At least time for the ends of the wind down in doing something good maybe tomorrow? The take the edge off the dismal despair to delights delicious that I have attempted in segments of that once joy in the beauty surrounds ... 

Another surreal day

in forthcoming travel ... The mix up of memories... The look for things to pack. Then the realisation it is all in different ... 

And no longer there ... The back to the present and things are not what they seem .... it is good I do the packing ahead of time in with distractions and diversions of life not yet in sync ... 

Although I usually have the seasonal basics on standby, in being so far now, from all close family ... as with Dad you just never know when I'd might have to up and go... 

Now I know ...

... why I prefer Mondays for travelling. The winding down and getting ready over the weekend. I am still not used to the office hour distractions after time encumbered ...

This is a good test on my patience 

This time next Sunday

I may have see an Auntie and some cousins, one of whom not seen in many a year. We will see what this coming week brings. Already a perplexing weekend. And cos I mixed up the routine of travel, I would have missed my train, I had my days of travel muddled. 

I have been travelling on a Monday at times of late. I have been a bit of a silly. I will get through the bulk of life in disorder somehow. I need to do life in function, enough time in lost to comprehend more of those mini series of panics that enter my life from crisis and post crisis now.