Whoever said blue and green should never be seen needs to see the Devon countryside on a blue-sky day!
I had a hair appointment in Totnes this morning and husband said he’d come along, indeed he’d drive me there, go and park the car and then come and wait for me in the salon. I knew I’d not be a long time as it was a wash, cut and finish today (highlights next visit.) I had sort-of planned to pop into some of the many charity shops while there, and also to look at nail polishes in another store, but no matter, it was nice to have his company and charity shops and nail polishes can wait for another day. No point in visiting them with husband in tow, it’s no fun shopping with someone who does not enjoy having a look-see in charity shops. Had I said I was looking for something specifically, that would’ve been another matter; he can see the point of that!
So after my hair appointment, accompanied as always by a lovely cup of cappuccino (and for husband) we walked into the town to the butchers where we are able (unlike in the supermarket) to buy venison. It seems that this is being promoted now as healthy as it’s a ‘wild’ meat, unadulterated with hormones and whatever, and low in fat, but we’ve always enjoyed venison before it became the thing to eat. I will make venison casseroles with the meat, with the addition of some of the red wine we were given for Christmas.
(The ‘topping and tailing’ title refers to my hair (topping) and to my visit tomorrow to my podiatrist (tailing … well, almost!) I don’t know what I’d call my manicure yesterday, but my extremities are being dealt with this week!)
The view at the top of the page is the countryside on the way to Totnes, Devon’s gently rolling hills. I love this drive and it was even nicer today as I was able to gaze around and admire the view while husband did the driving.
We decided, rather than stop in Totnes for lunch, to drive to the golf club and have lunch there. The road from Totnes via the little village of Berry Pomeroy to Torquay’s Ring Rod, is a pretty one, too …
I took this photo through the windscreen while husband was driving. Although the trees are still bare, some have catkins, which look so pretty.
Once at the golf club we found that the lovely couple who are in charge of catering were away on holiday for a fortnight and their son and daughter were there and, thus, there was a much-reduced menu just for a couple of weeks. No fish and chips, but things like ham and eggs, toasted cheese & onion sandwich, and sandwiches were available. And so we went for something really simple – we weren’t very hungry in any case – and had toasted tea cakes with butter & jam, and a mug of coffee …
But it’s a nice place to be, even for a snack like this, and I never tire of looking out over the course which, of course, brings such happy childhood memories of being there with my parents in the late 1950s and early 1960s …
Here you will see a couple of chaps on the practice putting green in front of the club house
I bought two bunches of white tulips in Totnes. The yellow freesias last week were not a success. They had little-to-no scent, which is unusual for yellow ones, as they usually have quite a strong scent, and also the colour just jarred – well, it did for me – in our sitting room. I much prefer the white tulips, and I think they are ‘doubles’ so will look more like small peonies when they open fully.
I can see it’s about time I ‘weeded’ the bookshelves here, too many books lying horizontally across the top of others, not an attractive look!
The post had arrived while we were out, and with it a minor indulgence! When I was a child, living with my parents in their newsagent’s shop, I was permitted to have two comics each week. I chose School Friend and, after it was first published in 1951, Girl. I loved School Friend best of all even though it was dull in colour compared with the brash new Girl, “sister paper to Eagle” as it was advertised (later came younger children’s comics in that range, Swift and then Robin). I kept all my copies of School Friend (and Girl) which I had from issue number 13 in 1950, but when we moved from our shop in 1962 my father made me throw they all away. “We’re not taking all that rubbish with us!” he said, and like a good girl, I did as I was told.
Of course, I have missed them, as we all tend to miss our childhood things. I had kept them so tidily, in date order, pristine condition. And so the other evening I had a look online and found a bookshop with some copies for sale. The only trouble was they were £6 a copy, plus p&p. But I saw that one was issue 14, only a week after I had started having this comic in the summer of 1950, just before my 6th birthday. How could I resist?
It is not in pristine condition but it’s almost 70 years old! I am delighted to have a copy, it takes me right back even to before I could read and it had to be read to me.
The other serial I used to enjoy was Jill Crusoe …
As well as the comic, another ‘thank you’ card arrived from a friend for her Christmas present, one of five I have received.
Please don’t think I send presents to people in order to receive cards! Nothing could be further from the truth, but how lovely that thank you cards are alive and well in this day of instant communications via some electronic device.
But from this electronic device, I will say …
Until next time.