“Spring drew on…and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.”
Jane Eyre Charlotte Brontë
From indoors, yesterday was a beautiful day. The sun shone brightly and I hurried out to work. As I stepped onto the pavement a bracing wind caught my light leather jacket, tugged at my loosely-wrapped scarf and made my feet feel naked in my sockless pumps.
Some snippets of March and April (all photos are captioned if you click on them):
We have had some amazingly warm days and Hubby and I have tried to spend them walking outdoors. Our fist good summer walk was at the National Trust property, Clivedon Park. There is some disagreement between Hubby and I as to the pronunciation of Clivedon (How would you say it?). Clivedon is famously the setting of the 1961 meeting and affair between John Profumo, Secretary of State of War, and Christine Keeler, a 19 year old call girl. The Profumo Affair, as it later became known, blew up when it was also discovered that Ms Keeler was also involved with Captain Yevgeny Ivanov, a Soviet naval attaché, thereby creating a possible security risk. Very interesting place.
On the Easter long weekend we indulged our curiosity by visiting Port Isaac, the filming location for the hilarious British TV series, Doc Martin, starring Martin Clunes – one of our faves. It’s a tiny village in Cornwall and we were not the only Doc Martin tourists. Apparently because of Sigourney Weaver’s brief part in the show, it’s made it’s way over the pond so many tourist/fans were Americans. If you’re not a fan of the grumpy Doc, it’s still a gorgeous little fishing village (captions explain all photos).
From Port Isaac we drove to Instow in North Devon where my father-in-law claims to hail from. We spent a lovely couple of days walking at Hartland Point and Clovelly, and cycling the Tarka Track. Unfortunately the day of cycling was cut short after an hour and a half when Hubby tried to dislodge a piece of bramble from his front wheel spokes with his foot while moving. The result: a full summersault over the handlebars, a bruised knee, a badly scratched elbow and hand, and a bruised ego. The cycle hire company fetched and returned the two of us and bikes (one of each slightly mangled), to Barnstable and we went on to explore the lovely Arlington Court instead.
Below, some discoveries I’ve made:
1) I can track Hubby when he’s on business trips using the ‘where’s my iPhone’ app.
2) A lot of South Africans love their country and are standing together for change.
3) Gardening continues to be a good way to help someone, to get ‘exercise’, and to sleep well at night.
4) Chocolate eggs look more like dinosaur’s than chicken’s progeny.
“Spring is the time of plans and projects,” writes Leo Tolstoy in Anna Karenina. I wish my readers happy plans and projects wherever you are in the world.
P.s. Hubby was ‘trapped’ in the Falklands for a week because of 3 x cancelled/24hour delayed MOD (Ministry of Defence) flights because of the ‘wrong kind of wind’. On the last 24 hour delay they had checked him in and taken his luggage so no pants, no toothbrush, no phone chargers …. the only thing to do was integrate into the penguin colony. He won’t write a guest blog about the Falkland, but with permission, I give you his video below – turn your sound up and watch the naughty ‘guy’ moving around near the back of the penguin colony – his commentary is priceless!