Five happy things from this week.
1. I think it's fair to say that the weather has been particularly vile here in the South West this week. However, Carbis Bay was the place to be on Tuesday morning. It is a sheltered beach that is privately owned by the Carbis Bay Hotel. They tolerate dog walkers (but not for much longer, it would seem), and me and my sister in law went for a gentle stroll with ours. There was a tranquillity about the place, which was much needed by both of us. The sky eeked out shafts of blue here and there, and cast a luminous light. It was indeed a lovely hour.
2. This girl. She is a terrible patient, but is recuperating and healing well. She has been far braver than I could ever imagine being. We have sat and watched some awful day time telly together (House Enforcers anyone?), drank an obscene amount of tea and chatted about everything under the sun. Actually she has chatted. I can't ever get a word in edgeways. You may think that impossible, but 'tis true. The girl can talk the hind legs off a donkey.
3. In spite of the weather, I've had a few lovely nature nerd encounters. There were the long tailed tits squabbling about an inch from my nose the other day. I really wish I had my camera to record it, but it was great to stand up close and personal with them all the same. There was an epic battle between a Blackbird and a worm in the back garden. I was conflicted, but came down on the side of the bird in the end. There was also the seal pictured above. He kept this position in the water for at least half an hour. He just seemed floating about for the sheer pleasure of it. I loved how his head is staring up at the sky. Contemplating the secret to life, the universe and everything, I guess. I probably should have shouted "Number 42!" but left him in his reverie.
4. I have had a long time obsession with both Russell Brand and Noel Fielding. They are funny. And they are a couple of gorgeous Goths. At the moment I am more in love with Noel, than I am with Russell. And to celebrate, I have been watching him a lot on YouTube and the like. My life is such that I often indulge in these flights of fancy. I am quite a sad old bird at heart, and nothing gives me more pleasure than a man with a fancy haircut. I've never gone for the muscled hunk, far preferring the slightly pale and skinny. Noel is rather prettier than I would normally go for. But it is his quintessential Britishness that I find so attractive. Am I making myself clear? I have the hots for a Goth, and I share the following for your pleasure (well it makes me feel happy).
5. Last but by no means least, Olly gave his guided tour of the birds in the playground yesterday. His teacher, the marvellous Mrs Pulley, informed me that during it, the school was visited by a Golden Eagle. The other children were very impressed, although she has questioned the validity of Olly's identification. Olly is apparently sticking to his guns.
Have a wonderful weekend, friends. My weekend is full of craft fairs, Prosecco, lasagne and early nights with a book. Champion!
(once again the computer seems intent on buggering up the position of my text on the page).