Hello to you. I hope you all had a good weekend? It went too fast for my liking, and now exams are well and truly upon us. St Ives has been very blustery today, which is just as well because I have had a mountain of laundry.
That's life though isn't it? All that mundane stuff that rarely gets a mention - laundry, washing floors, cleaning lavatories (yes we all have to), making beds, picking up and putting back, finding apple cores on window sills, walking around the house muttering under ones breath, ironing forever. Every day. Even on the weekends. So I am giving it all a passing nod. I am letting the world know that I don't spend my life wafting through my life picking a posy here, taking a picture there.
I do spend a proportion of my everyday life wafting! I wafted for about five minutes today. In the garden with the camera. On Sunday I wafted on an evening walk with Honey. And Saturday was spent wafting with the boys (in between the ironing, vacuuming, lunch preparing et al).
So can I ask you all to keep on wafting, crafting and recording all the fuzzy loveliness of your days. I love reading them. I love looking at them. Even if it's just a five minute waft between school pick up and tea. Or before you start work. Or the early hours of the morning, when you've been woken by your little one. Celebrate the waft. Celebrate those fuzzy moments.
Here are some of mine.
Monday's five minute waft.
Beryl and Jean have made themselves a dust bathing hole in my flower bed. I am trying very hard not to be bothered by it.
Virginia Woolf stayed here when she visited St Ives as a young girl. You can see Godrevy Light House from it's windows. It's a gorgeous house, even though it could do with being loved. I'm sure Ms Woolf would not appreciate plastic patio furniture on the balconies. It is surrounded by modern developments of holiday properties and high spec apartments. St Ives has a reputation for suspect building projects.
Dame Barbara Hepworth bequeathed some sculpture to St Ives. This is a bronze of 'Epidauros.' It lives on The Malakoff over looking St Ives Bay. I love that you can touch it. I love that it sits without pomp or ceremony near the bus station. I will return to it when the weather is brighter, and see how it sits into the landscape on a sunny day. I think it is rather beautiful. It calls to you to come closer and look through and around it.
The South West Coast Path passes through St Ives. I followed a little part of it from Porthminster Beach and on to Carbis Bay. I didn't mean to walk so far, but the birds were singing in abundance and everywhere was so green. The sea was slate grey. There were many wild flowers and plants. These are my favourites
Alfie, Olly, Honey and I went over to Hayle Towans. We ran around the sand dunes, and then went to the best sweetie shop for a pick and mix.
And that was my wafty weekend!