Induction to the Potteries

how the area in Staffordshire is made up of six towns into Stoke on Trent. The terms of endearment from those friendly people wherever I went in the locality. Up close to all those canals and those that reside on these waterways. 

And once again hearing the word 'Duck' that was used as an endearment greeting ... Where I reside varies but a common one from the young uns these days is 'Babe' ... in Cornwall it's generally 'Maid'..  

Ceylon

and all the world change in name places once thought of and learnt in those school lessons. How the face of this planet has changed. The Mayflower descendants of Richard Gere. Yes, I am coming back in dribs and drabs, the slavery and colonies. The Berlin Wall an example in change since my decade of birth. 

How that millennium was in countdown, came and is now sixteen years ago ... and it is over a hundred years ago since my grandparents were born ... all this came up on the historical artefacts from a box still to receive when my mother in law died. 

We did a lot of local history delving in the family line of my daughters roots ... we were both fascinated ... from just a box of photos, and historical documents of many relatives birth, marriage and death certificates... the common cause of death spooked my daughter ...

and ultimately opened up a world in that family history for a daughter who now has no one to tell her in her own core paternal family line ...

An Italian

meal on the cusp of the Mediterranean Moroccan smells ... I again have travelled far without stepping out ... and the fireworks set off early by passing people .... bringing me back to where I am actually ... 

The unused rail

network ....

The once and still picturesque coves and coast and estuary moors and quarries ...running alongside the Bodmin via Wadebridge to Padstow. That part I know so well ...

Now it is seen in tandem with pedal power and shanks' s pony to see the magnificent views offered up on this estuary

And wrecks too  

The time in

the stride to plan now. It is beyond words at times. The juggle of a change in ticket from train to coach for a celebration .... The change to in the ability to do a little lot in a pencil in diary of a busy daughter. 

And then here a stop before departing virtually starlight away to Kernow via my birth county. The maybe drive down with my family. That will be a first again. Whence once it was the norm ... 

The photos back in seen ...

the combination of silver lined skies and the vivid blue skylines in the brilliance or the dull. The drizzle lashed walks in more miles stepped. The movement in lesser of me along with everything else.

The seasonal colours. And through my lens in nonsensical colours in same. 

The architecture and engineering feats seen again many moons later. 

The thundering along the UK again on the speed in tracks over bridges and viaducts from a city capital to a ancient time gone by and seen better days of Bodmin Parkway platform and its footbridge in Kernow.. 

And so close by the Devonshire coast on the Rivera line in red cliffs and coastal seas and estuaries 

Finally ...

the journeys booked ... with lee way for altered arrangements if need be. The second attempt to get to Southampton?  The remembering to look at the advanced ones going on sale.

A bit of charity taster work. A diamond wedding anniversary. And generally being with others for a sack of time to re energise the declutter batteries!

A busmans break ...

is good like a rest 

Although struggling ... ideas are breaking forth on a new look in much 

The hardest part to put in fruition

My mind always in a messy whirl 

The thoughts on study one day back maybe 

In the meantime the learn in much of everyday hour achievement or not in dredging through the utterly awful to making positive out of the negatives including a town 

From a Hidden History lottery funded filming  project for the youth from a amazing group of youngsters people turned there back on to the current proposed land owners ruining what work they did ... 

A Special Day for me today ...

... a brief time by the river and the Camel Trail ... 

One Tuesday in October ... 

a special day for Mum tomorrow on what would've been Mum and Dads wedding anniversary... A walk up to the cemetery tomorrow together ... 

A special date in December too ... Another Auntie and Uncle who hope to enjoy a Diamond Wedding anniversary this year too. The maternal line this time ... a wider family celebration this time round ... I have been invited to share the day ... along with the usual get togetherness I have not seen in a while ... a lot in catch up ...

I have seen this Auntie since that encumbered tim, on a previous trip to Bluewater on new widowhood when my sister drove her up from Hampshire to share catch up time then ... I used to be back and forth from a lot of places once ... including the West Country and Home Counties ... Oxford and Cambridge... and the beautiful Welsh coast and Brecon Beacons ... 

And again with cousins and others at Dads funeral ... though not in a good frame of mind to catch up that day, preferring to keep myself to myself that particular time ... although I did the usual hugs and kisses with all those not seen in long time ... 

And today too, a lovely hug with a friend today ... 

Whenever one feels low, always round the corner a little bit of sunshine seeps back in ... 

As still as thy

thoughts ... A time in busmans holiday in removal of belongings of the deceased ... a time in Dads workshop one early October ... A still in time of seasons dust lain unused since the carcinogenic time on another's mind ... with some of the silliness of out of character thoughts intermixed in time when memory was brilliant in good ideas ...

Christmas in set up

Monday drop in ... food banks the other side of Christmas where at the moment is Halloween on from Harvest ... the homemade gifts from bounty in nature 

The areas I am getting to see in the seasons since and news from a face book group ... The greed surround in the hard work of stock filling in seasonal change of the twinkling array of adornments ... filling the shops ...

The letting go of much as others bring in much 

Ye olde tearooms

...to have a delicious lunch with a Mum and sister in a Cornish cathedral city. The modern change in and around this visit to Kernow ... And getting to meet two new family additions ... within the paternal line of the family ... 

A time too on walks and explore on my own. The first park and ride. The pilgrimage of time in silent going about this county once young, then as a wife and Mum ... and now in the early widow time ... 

The stunning natural outstanding season of harvest time. The bounty of apples and more. The delicious home cooking of these apples on and in a Rayburn ... The spring clean and house work in easier access, to do such cleaning ...

A long chat with an Auntie in catch up of charitywork, mental health and supported living.

The cloak and dagger in a birthday cake make, made for today's birthday of a sister. The last time we spent her birthday together was at the surreal time of our Dad passing, just prior to this day another time. The another autumnal season. 

The berries ... in red, green and black and a mind all over the place ... 

The tractors, more tractors, the ancient cars, the diversions around Bodmin plenty to get to an ocean city and a National Trust house and gardens. The towns tall, tall monument up on the top of of town touching the sky in misty fog ... overseeing the cycle path extensions to bring together the Camel Trail and Cardinham woods ... 

The rolling mists over fields ... and above the canopies of trees in a touch of less green in green ...