Flowers picked by my friend Penny and the children for my birthday, in a jug I picked up for £2 at a car boot sale yesterday. This reminds me that a while back I promised to write a post about my junk shop china habit, and I will, very soon, but first a post about the weekend which began with us crossing this bridge…
which, as usual, I failed to photograph properly. And, as usual, on crossing it, I was compelled to bang on about how it makes me think of Barbara Hepworth’s sculptures. Joe pointed out that this is what I always do as we cross this bridge. Naturally I rallied with the fact that he always points this out. It is a ritual we observe faithfully.
Except of course when we end up on this bridge when we are really meant to be on the other bridge, a bit further up. On those occasions all thoughts of Barbara Hepworth are lost in the blizzard of ill feeling that rages between driver and co-pilot. This photo was taken on the return journey last night, just as Joe asked if we were going to have that conversation again. I felt we had to. So we did, but in a slightly deflated way. But not deflated enough to mar the general sense of wellbeing that a weekend by the sea in the company of good friends engenders.
We stayed in a friend’s cottage in Stackpole, and I will post the link when I find it as it really is a fabulous place – incredibly pretty, and the perfect base for all sorts of beachy fun. The weekend involved a lot of food, a lot of wine, two cakes, neither of which was made by me, but one of which was for me (43 yesterday, which is why I got the flowers), and the children got to drink a bit of this (what were we thinking?).
And Sunday was spent at a vast car boot sale where I bought the little jug and a few other pieces of china as well as these plants -
Better pictures of both to follow, but for now soggy bathing costumes, sandy wet suits and a dog freshly released from kennels (aka Mutlins, because she LOVES it so) need to be sorted out.
P.S. Thank you to everyone who so sweetly wished me well in my exams – such a relief that they are over. I feel as though the summer holidays have begun, for me at least.