Torbay from the Headland Hotel
I was up very early this morning, long before husband who was still sleeping soundly at eight o’clock. I love early mornings when it’s sunny and bright and it was certainly thus this morning. If only all autumn and winter could be like this.
Yesterday, there was a little mishap with the handle on our back door and we needed to buy a new one (a new handle, not a new back door!) as husband thought a spring had broken. It turns out that it hadn’t, but not before we had been out to buy a new pair of handles. So our first port of call was B&Q, the D-I-Y store (or for those who are not as skilled as husband, D-D-I-Y, or Don’t Do It Yourself!)
From there to Waitrose, which isn’t too far away. If you think this is overkill as we were only there on Thursday, we went because if you spend £10 you get a free newspaper and on Saturday the newspaper we buy is £2.20, worth having for free (we only buy a few things that we need iin order to bring our total bill over the £10 mark.)
From Waitrose we decided to have morning coffee at the Headland Hotel where we went a little while ago.
We’d not had breakfast and so ordered a bacon sandwich each from their 9 am to 11 am Breakfast menu, with a pot of coffee for two (which, as with their sister hotel on Paignton sea front, comes with two biscuits each.)
It was so beautifully sunny and warm and so we sat outside on the Gallery Terrace, with its view of Torbay.
Husband (in checked shirt) leaving the terrace where we’d just had bacon sandwiches and coffee
Just beyond the boundary of the hotel, marked only by a clear glass barrier, a pathway leads to Daddyhole Plain, one of the highest parts around the Bay.
The view from Daddyhole Plain (in 2016)
We then made our way home, via Torquay, where I took a couple of photos while sitting in a traffic queue near Torquay harbour …
Once home, husband dismantled the old door handle and replaced it while I made a cup of tea – we didn’t feel hungry enough for lunch as we’d had the bacon sandwich at the Headland Hotel. No doubt we will have an early supper this evening, salmon and new potatoes, a meal which is becoming something of a regular for us – it’s nourishing and very easy to cook.
Yesterday I had a lovely surprise … a box of flowers arrived for my birthday last Monday, so I feel my birthday has been celebrated for a week – last Saturday our visit to the Avon Mill Garden Centre and Kingsbridge; Sunday with our son, daughter in law, grandson and younger son; a visit from a dear friend on my birthday (who also brought me flowers), flowers left by yet another dear friend; and cards which have continued to arrive all week, ending today with coffee and bacon sandwiches at the Headland. The flowers from our friend and her daughter were not one bunch but six, yes six bunches of spray carnations …
The flowers, straight out of the box
I then had to find containers for them all … I put two bunches, well cut down, into a blue and white jug as these flowers look better well-timmed as they have small blooms and if left on tall stalks look a bit giraffe-like (well, I think so.)
Another bunch was similarly-trimmed and is on the kitchen table (I took the photo yesterday when it wasn’t as sunny as it is today)
Another bunch I trimmed and put in the pink glass jug in the sitting room …
I would like to mention the little picture (above). My goodness, we’ve had this since soon after we married (1964). My mother gave it to me. She had found it in a junk shop (today that would be called a brocante, but really it was just a junk shop – indeed, if it wasn’t a posh antiques’ shop, and I mean truly posh, a shop selling 2nd hand items was simply a “junk” shop in the 1960s, and it wasn’t considered particularly derogatory either). It’s a painting on rice paper of a young Chinese woman, and it used to hang in our bedroom in our first home. Every time I look at it, in my mind’s eye I see it in its original position all those years ago.
The pink cornucopia belonged to my late uncle and from him to my mother and from her to me. It isn’t something I’d have bought, but it reminds me so much of my family I hadn’t the heart to dispose of it, and the woman holding up the horn-of-plenty is beautifully crafted in biscuit (unglazed) porcelain.
The fourth bunch of flowers, in a slightly deeper shade of pink, are here in the study, next to where I sit to write my blog posts.
I’ve not done much cooking of late, simple breakfasts, snack lunches out, easy suppers of salads or soup. Yesterday, I made more of an effort for our breakfast and served black cherry yoghurt with some added strawberries, and some slices of melon to dip into the yoghurt, followed by scrambled eggs on toast, and then extra toast and marmalade. Perhaps you are wondering why I always put one cup and saucer on the left hand side and not the right hand side? Easy. Husband is left handed. But only when using one hand. When using two hands, such as using a knife and fork or playing golf or cricket, he is right handed, but is left handed when using one hand, such as drinking or writing.
And now time for another cup of tea and a read of the Saturday paper. I hope you are having an enjoyable weekend.
Until next time.