Transition week

the travels in the wretched silly season 

The downside to a summer celebration. The fact the route on well busy train to the North.  In the meantime the time in limbo. One is making use of the time leisurely rather than frantic. A charity donation drop off on a murky Monday in July. A peek today to see the sweep and swoop when a daughter was here awhile in a charity shop for sale. All going to another home, making money for good rather than filling up the landfill. 

We have taken out just under half of a room in the time stood still foundations. This evoked a transfixed daughter to begin with. The task in hand helped by one not attached to the stuff. Anyone witnessing a hoard situation often realise how everyday life disappears and disintegrates. Though little is done. The care guided and easily bypass and pass the buck system. The if someone wishes to live like that syndrome and so forth. I have witnessed a lot of outsiders and how or how not to approach the career chosen in assisting the witness of what we can often never imagine in the 21st Century ...

The plan and organise to disperse logically that takes the required time. 

New North West trips in the offing ...

and time in looking at the skirted swim wear. I feel a little exposed when it was so natural to be in a area used to a lot of flesh. I am getting back there. The bikes, boats and pools on the horizon rather that improbable... 

A time too when a sister is seeking to continue her week with her friend starting sports activities, now that the Girl Guides have disbanded. They are planning some swimming sessions. They have already tried bowls of the sedate kind!!! 

I might get to play bowls of the kind that I have not seen in a lifetime, it feels. How odd is everything...

I still find it different to see a brown shade on my exposed skin to the elements. A colour not seen awhile until more recent times. A fact not lost on my Mum. I am looking better each passing visit ...

I have options of choice in a time with daughter again. The pace in keeping with my perpetual tiredness in all the overwhelming scale in removing the excesses all round. 

Coastal Views, Rock Pools, Windmills, Oast

houses, hops and a requisite visit to the once very local local lavender fields, just in time time before the soon to be harvest time. A short burst in the locality tourist style. The road trips first in our own back yard. The first for us with the newly qualified drivers after experiencing roads elsewhere. The knowledge to the Northerner now in our family how which junctions that are best avoided in the grid locked M25 sections. 

The beauty and stunning views of the garden of England county in bounty. We travelled from the inland venues to the white cliff coasts of the South East part of the coast. The Channel tunnel signs a once familiar feature along with the local interchange starting point of this particular road trip first. The breakwaters, piers, promenades and the sight on the shipping lanes on the horizon, a feature not so much of on the better known coast to those spoilt with the Cornish Rivera of childhood summers opposite to where we lived on the estuary of the North Cornwall coast. 

A beach on the south east side our Dad introduced to us from his own childhood favourites... He moved around this country up to fourteen times, a new school each year ... Cornwall remained the best to live .... we settled as a family here from the paternal family travels  ... they got to live in some stunning areas in this time, sadly during the war years and the ration ones too. Though this created some well told family tales of the soldiers on the coast, when the three older siblings snuck out at night. 

We enjoyed fresh farm produce from the fields and the farm shops. And even on the coast. The best fish and chips sourced from local produce too ever, which was a well versed wish to have this particular meal once again on the seafront. The time away from what was once so for granted, made that so! 

We planned this particular stretch from the fragmentation of memories of past traditions which we intermixed with our new ones in this current time. It was difficult to select one particular area. We headed initially for a sandy beach. We ended up going on round to the next bay though with pebbles underfoot, had cleaner waters to enjoy ...