Cycling home on a warm July evening I spotted a spiky green ball on the side of the road, the first fallen conker.
It’s early but it’s a sign that before too long we’ll be heading into Autumn. A few more weeks of summer and before we know it, we’ll be getting out the jumpers again, hard to imagine when London’s been gripped by a heatwave but this is England, seasons will inevitably change, but before that, we’re off to Turkey!
On Friday we decided to drive to the beaches of North Devon hoping to swim if the water was warm enough (I am a fair weather swimmer!)
We borrowed a car with a number plate which read as ACID and set off on the acid trip. With three responsible adults and two teenagers what could possibly go wrong!
I would say it turned out to be one of the most fun days of driving and laughing ever with new inventions of I Spy Charades and the sharing of the various uses of buckets.
With the exception of one small incident where a stone wall jumped out into the middle of the road and scratched the car, (it was the acid trip after all) it was a brilliant day out and I will get the car repaired. Oops.
Sadly the water was too cold for me but the hardy teens ran and dived in the surf apparently immune to sub zero temperatures.
After a small girl was attacked seagulls who stole her ice cream, we set off home to join the village in the pub to continue the three day party!
From a birthday party to a wedding party, it certainly was a week of celebration!
Wednesday evening saw us leave Paddington station for three days of wedding celebrations in Devon.
And it was a celebration indeed. From a spontaneous family hen do on Wednesday evening where we reminisced and laughed, to an intimate family ceremony in the most picturesque winery, a wedding dinner with delicious food and finally (the following evening) a gathering in the pub for what seemed like the entire village!
We’d done everything except parade the happy couple around the village on the back of a donkey (and it was discussed!)
And with the best of plans came the best of weather. We avoided the searing heatwave in London on the hottest day in the history of the universe where I’m sure the entire city melted and instead sat under an open marquee with cooling breezes wafting through.
The sun shone, birds sang, flowers bloomed and beautiful children played on hay bales.
All in all, it couldn’t have been a better start to married life for these two chaps…
Just kidding, this lovely couple and their now official siblings.
Climate change is real as we’re melting in London.
Temperatures are in the thirties with a high of 38C forecast for tomorrow, it’s become Australia!
France has reached new highs of 44C so it seems things are just getting hotter and hotter.
It doesn’t bode well for the future.
I have been spending money like a fiend this week as I’ve started ordering the bathroom fittings.
This is extremely exciting as the power shower is packing up and randomly switches itself off just when you’re at your soapiest.
Part of the fun has been choosing tiles. My initial reaction (to having lived in filth for seven months) is to go as clean and white as possible.
A cement-like porcelain caught my eye with a herringbone feature wall. Fancy!
But all that was before we realised we had a toilet in a shower according to the plan.
With an architect in the house, it seemed like we had some design flaws which needed to be addressed in haste. A new bathroom plan was discussed, sketched, debated and agreed upon.
Fittings were delivered and immediately returned and we all agreed the tiles (changed) were the chicken dinner.
I find the kitchen and bathroom very stressful as it’s such a huge commitment. It means sleepless nights, circulation diagrams, function, design and storage.
I can only hope we get it right…
It was a weekend of fun and games with birthdays and get-togethers.
From a ten hour karaoke session to celebrate the birthday of Big T’s sister to a lunch in Croydon with the usual suspects, we certainly packed it in.
Combined with the power shower packing up, it was all go!
It ended with a restorative stroll through the allotment meadow and an early night as festivities as set to continue all week!
In France, just outside the front door of the studio there is an old honeysuckle vine.
There is one small twig hanging over the door which is bare of leaves where, each evening, it is clustered with bees gathering to sleep for the evening. It’s fascinating to watch them jostle for space buzzing and then settle and all is quiet. In the morning, they’re gone.
My theory is that they’re camping for the night as it’s too far to fly back to their hive and the lure of the lavender is too hard to resist.
I will have to research the mystery of the camping bees.