Decent weather!!! Yay!!?
A mixed bag today. I thought I’d show you a few things from the week so far. My main news however, is that my Parkinson’s appears to be on holiday too. My symptoms are so much better it’s frankly amazing. We went to Torquay and played crazy golf. I won! And got a hole in one!! We’ve been out on the boat and I’ve been clambering all over it, lowering fenders, chucking ropes etc. amazing. And (the best one) I played a vigorous game of football with the boys yesterday. Brilliant. Brilliant.
Amazing what rest and relaxation can do to a girl. How to perpetuate that? My challenge for the future I feel.
Anyway, some pictures….an adventurous snail and a night shot from the Yacht Club. Little One at the brilliant Living Coast. A d an arty shot of a beautiful local gate I found on my wanders. Sigh. Holidays can be lovely can’t they?
So, Other Half has been shopping. Now when I shop I dabble in charity emporia. OH takes it to a whole other level, however. He has bought a boat. Or half a boat to be precise. It’s a floating family holiday home, he says. And I’m quietly excited tbh. My boys will be little fishes!
Elder and I have been creating in anticipation. A flag to fly when we are aboard. We went to Brixham’s brand new sewing shop (yessss!!!!!) the Brixham Sewing Box and stocked up and my olympic dazzled Elder provided the design. I made to order in an hour or do. There are 4 flags, one for each of us. Bless. And he insisted on buttons. I’m so proud!
OH was very pleased with his surprise present I’m glad to say. The boat is yet to pass comment. She’s too busy bobbing.
update: this is my 400th post! Yikes!
Back from Devon again, sigh. My boys are sea salt encrusted sailors now. They hugged their life jackets close and bobbed around with the best of them as we whizzed down the Dart and out to sea. My mother in law came too and had a rare old time even if she did lie on the boat’s floor (why????????)
We spent Saturday in Brixham (hi High!) and had a few tantrums caused by lack of sleep in the main. We went to Brixham Museum – what LOVELY ladies! Oh, they were brilliant. Little One stank the place out with an evil nappy concoction – you know the type – they were extremely gracious and laughed as they directed me to the loos. Oh it was paint strippingly pongy. And yet they smiled. And I found a quilt, look.
It was small, but perfectly formed. Unlike that noxious nappy.
…back to reality. Blogging on the move back home after our little sojourn…
We bought ‘salty sea dog’ clothes this morning in Salcombe from my favourite theme shop, Seasalt. Also ventured into Quba Sails – felt v old and unglamorous but was enchanted by the clothes and sale prices. I swear, age may not diminish us but i definitely am losing my indie chick vibe. Invasion of the Boden bodysnatchers. Quite worrying. I try to temper these tendencies by playing charity shop chic as you know but I do like a nice navy jumper. Nice.
But I digress. After emptying the bank account we are heading home. I hate the (sometimes) drudgery of motherhood but I have missed the boys and want some cuddles pronto. They don’t care I will never be a Quba girl. Which is handy.