Hello gorgeous ones.
Eh, it's all go. I've taken a little blog break, to re-group and have a think. I've said before that stuff behind the scenes here have been a tad fraught. Thankfully they seem to have settled down for now. Hopefully long enough to give my frazzled nerves a wee break. Between the babe, the teen and the soon to be nineteen, I'm wrung as tight as my Nanny's dish cloth.
Thank the Lord for the great outdoors. A place where I can always find peace, quiet, wonder and a clarity of vision. Mid May, and the hedgerows have pulled out all the stops in terms of variety and colour. There is a walk I like to do at this time of year. It's not far from my house; about five minutes to the footpath. From there you follow an ancient track down towards Hellesveor Cliffs. It's owned and managed by the National Trust, and they have left it to it's own devices.
It has an air of magic. It's a place that makes my heart stop, and makes me want to pinch myself that I live here at all. I embrace the space that big skies and endless sea creates. I need it to balance the claustrophobia I sometimes feel at home. It hasn't helped that the weather has been so unpredictable. St Ives has been subject to the dreaded sea mist lately. It envelopes the town and oppresses. It leaches the town of colour. I can't see the lighthouse when I pull Olly's blinds in the morning, and I miss her presence in my eye line as I go about my day.
Not today though. Today was sweet. I walked instead of swam. And then I powered through the post weekend housework and food shop. To top it off, I was visited by an orange tip as I hung out the washing. Who was chased away by my resident speckled wood.
What a great start to the week.