News catch-up

Off to Bexhill next week to help mum with packing up her house ready for the move to her brand new apartment ( fully furnished!) on the 12 August. The days seem to be flying by and the garden is looking a mess but luckily Tim is coming later today so I can offload some of the jobs onto him.

I had a stall at the local church this Saturday, against my better judgement, but It was combined with a bell ringing festival so I thought we would have some new customers! Well it seemed to get off to a slow start and then I overheard one of the bell ringers saying he had invited 60 local teams to come and take part and not one of them was coming! I was furious as we were committed to be there all day. I honestly think the organisers should have cancelled it or at least have given us the option of pulling out of the event. I took the princely sum of £16 of which I am supposed to give 20%, I will not be going to the next one!

I had to send off my application for the next exhibition of the Newton St Cyres art club today, I don’t hold out much hope of selling anything but it’s good practice and raises money for the group so I don’t mind really. Who knows, I might even pluck up courage to enter for the RA Summer Show one day.

 Two of the four paintings I am entering for the exhibition


Bonnie Scotland

A few days exploring the Scottish Borders with a view to a possible move there. We explored all the towns in the locality including Galashiels, Jedburgh, Coldstream but kept returning to Kelso as it seems to offer ( minus a cinema) the sort of town where we would like to live. Now we are back in Devon it seems a long way off but as Lol said,a long way off from where? – I guess Taiwan seems like even further, but somehow the continent is a long way away even if Nicola Sturgeon does want Scotland to remain in the EU. 

So, Kelso sits on a confluence of the Tweed and the Teviot rivers and is also prone to flooding. The countryside roundabout is rolling fields and twisty lanes and it doesn’t take long to be in the really hilly country of the Cheviots. It is only 45 miles to Edinburgh which you can reach by train from Berwick or the new Tweedbank or drive. The town itself has a variety of small shops and pubs and restaurants as well as a Sainsburys and a Lidle. The roads in the town leading to the main square are all cobbled, as is the main square. It is very fine and some websites describe it as Flemish style. 



‘It’s Time To Call It Day’

We had good intentions of going to Menaggio on the bus but somehow it was so much more relaxing to spend our last day pool side, sipping Hugo and Aperole Spritz! We spent the day under parasols, intermittently going for a dip to cool off. In the evening, we had our last meal on the terrace and Verity helped a woman out trying to book a place to stay on as her husband had gone into hospital. We packed our bags as we had a fairly prompt start in the morning. It was just as well we did as when we woke up this morning apart from there being a most horrendous thunderstorm there was also a power cut on our floor. Our driver came to collect us and this time was a very safe driver which was just as well as the heavy rain followed us all along the lakeside. Luckily by the time we had reached the plain of Milan it was sunny. Our plane was only 25 minutes late and luckily we had speedy boarding! All was going very well with our travel arrangements until our train connection at Hamden Park, the train driver just pulled out of the station as everyone was on the footbridge. I am sure it was deliberate as there is a lot of discontent on southern rail at the moment. To cap it all, all further trains were then cancelled. We caught a bus all round the houses, transferred to the 99 bus and got to the Wheatsheaf at 5 pm. We then had to walk all up Pear Tree Lane which is a bit tiring after a day of travel. Still, we are home now and none the worse for our adventures.