There was another beautiful sunrise this morning. There is no better painter of colour than Nature herself.
It’s not been an exactly busy week, but I seem to have been busy all the time nonetheless. On Tuesday we called in at B&Q (the DIY store) as we were close by, so that we could stock up on light bulbs. Unfortunately, we have to take some back as they are the wrong size. When I was a child, even when we were newly married, and indeed up until just a few years ago, buying light bulbs was a simple affair. Now, it’s a minefield of possibilities … Halogen or LED? Warm light or white light? Bayonet or screw in? As for the lumens which have replaced watts, don’t even go there. One pack we bought says “2800 Kelvin” and also “702 Lumen”. It does say “46 watt” but you have to search on the packet for that, and of course, while you get 46 watt of luminosity, you aren’t burning 46 watts (so husband says) but much less electricity (which is good, of course.) Oh, how easy it was to understand the descriptions when we had three main kinds of tungsten filament bulbs: 40 watt, 60 watt, and 100 watt. Yes, you could get 150 watt bulbs but rarely did we buy those. And they were all bayonet fit, as all the lights had the same kind of fixture.
We bought some screw in bulbs yesterday for some more modern lamps that we have, but we chose the small screw in by mistake – or was it the other way round? Husband deals with these, I just get more and more confused. It could be that we need the small screw in and the ones we bought are large ones!
I mean, where do you start? When I see an array of light bulbs like this (above) I just want to run screaming from the store! One of these days I will march in with a lamp and demand of an assistant that he or she finds bulbs to fit! There really is too much choice. Life becomes ever more complicated and, to me, unnecessarily so.
The other problem – and it’s not a small one – is that light bulbs are expensive and they don’t last five minutes these days, we’re always changing them when, years ago, they lasted, well, years!
Right, I’ve had my say. On to nicer things. Yesterday I had my manicure and because my nails have a tendency to split vertically, I had then filed quite short to try and help prevent this problem. I take my own nail polish along so that I have it to ‘touch up’ with when they become chipped. This is my go-to colour, Sally Hansen’t Aria Red-y. I love it. It goes with everything I wear, and looks good especially with navy/indigo.
My hands look all wrinkly here, but in fact they don’t like half as bad as this. But my manicurist exfoliates my hands and arms, and creams and massages them, so that the blood is brought to the surface and the skin looks more reddish than usual, but this does the hands good. They feel silky smooth after a visit to my manicurist.
When I returned home, Postie had brought me a book. Sadly, on 10th October, the novelist Evelyn Anthony died. She was a favourite writer of mine in the 1970s/1980s, and I bought her books as they were published, as I do with some authors today (Joanna Trollope, Jacqueline Winspear, Charlotte Betts, Katharine McMahon, Kate Morton, Rachel Hore, Jane Thynne and many more) but as space is finite, I parted with my Evelyn Anthony collection some years ago. However, a friend has recommended one book in particular and I remembered enjoying it more than 40 years ago and so decided to buy a 2nd hand copy …
This is a nice clean copy, published in 1973, and I know I shall enjoy it all over again. Coincidentally, this is about France during WW2 while I’m currently reading The Collaborator by Margaret Leroy, which is set on the island of Guernsey during the Occupation of the Channel Islands during WW2.
Today we had some errands to attend to and then, after a quick visit to Wellswood for birthday cards (it’s been a busy two months for birthdays, September and October) it was on to Waitrose for the weekly food shopping. After that, instead of having our free coffee and buying a sandwich to share, we decided to visit Rockfish on the harbour in Torquay, rather than driving over to Brixham.
We parked in a car park overlooking Torquay Harbour, from where there are lovely views …
In the foreground of the photo above are the ramps from which boats were launched for D-Day, and close by there is a commemorative plaque:
At Beacon Quay, just behind these historic ramps, there are some rather pretty Regency houses, some of which are now restaurants:
We walked along to Rockfish, which overlooks Torquay inner harbour:
But we found that they were closed, although the door was open. A young woman explained that they were having some renovations done in the kitchen.
So, rather than chancing one of the other restaurants along the sea front – for there are many – we decided to go back to the car and drive over to Brixham and visit Rockfish there after all. It didn’t take all that long, we were there before 1 pm.
Today, as it was rather windy, we decided to eat inside the restaurant. It was very busy but the waiter found us a table and we ordered our now-usual children’s portions of cod, chips and mushy peas, with a pots of tea.
Really, you can’t beat this on quality or price; it was all freshly prepared and piping hot. And it wasn’t the only thing that was hot!
This large wood-burning stove was next to our table! I would imagine it would be cosy on a cold, winter’s day, but today, with the sun shining, it was a little superfluous to requirements. And yet they kept piling on the logs!
Truly, I’m not really a fan of these heating devices. They burn fossil fuel and surely, wood and coal are carcinogens? I do believe they are a fashion thing, like ‘islands’ in kitchens and Belfast/butler sinks ( you dare not drop your best china in one of those!) and those large free-standing roll top baths which are often placed against a wall which makes me wonder how one cleans behind them? One of these days all these things will be replaced by the next big thing.
I rather like the pictures at Rockfish …
And I’ve just spotted Mitch Tonks’ (chef/entrepreneur) latest book, Fish, on sale. There are now Rockfish restaurants in Plymouth, Dartmouth, Torquay, Brixham, Exmouth and soon there will be one in Exmouth, too.
We then walked back to the car (we had put the freezer/fridge food into an insulated chiller bag with ice packs in it so that the ice cream, etc, wouldn’t melt) and I took a couple of photos of the outer harbour, looking really pretty in the autumn sunshine …
The top one looking towards Torquay, and the one above looking back towards Brixham
If every autumn day was as lovely as it has been today, I’d be a very happy person!
Wherever you are, north or south of the equator, east or west of the UK, I hope you have also had a lovely day.
Until next time.