Sunlight through tulips, early afternoon today
I love spring. It is truly my favourite season. Autumn has its moments, but really, it is the dying of the year while I much prefer rebirth; when all the plants start to grow again rather than fade away.
As I said in my previous post, I feel energized and no more so than this morning. I woke early. I mean very early. I won’t call it “silly o’clock” or “sparrow fart” because I think both phrases are, well, silly. But it was before 5am and I was able to watch the sun rise over the sea. Only just, because our neighbour has allowed his hedge – which separates his drive from our property – to grow too high again, so we now only have a glimpse of the sea when two years ago we had a reasonable view. But, hey, the sea’s not going anywhere. When he has his hedge cut again, our view will be restored.
I had woken early, about 3am and then husband woke and we had a cup of tea. This often ‘settles’ us again (like babies!) but while he slept I remained wide awake and then, about 4.20am decided enough was enough and I got up, made a fresh cup of tea and made myself comfortable (with a hot water bottle at my back and a warm throw over my knees) in the sitting room, and looked at back numbers of The English Home until it was … well, time for my first pot of coffee of the day.
The far end of our sitting/dining room only receives direct sunlight in the early morning as the window faces due east, and this morning the sunshine poured in. I took this photo around 8am, by which time I was up, showered, and dressed. Indeed, husband was also up and showered and dressed by then, and was making porridge for both of us while I took this photo.
We decided to go out early today and headed off towards St Marychurch, a village on the outskirts of Torquay, so that we could visit the Bazaar there. This is a wonderful emporium which sells just about everything you could ever wish for. We needed a new gas lighter for our gas hob. Years ago, when the hob was new (in the year 2000) it would light automatically, but that facility has since gone and we use a gas lighter, but the one we had was old and had stopped working.
While in the Bazaar I also decided to buy some cream-coloured candles. “You have loads of candles,” Someone said. “Yes, I know!” (no point in arguing; it often takes the wind out of a complainant’s sails if you agree with them!) “But it’s spring, and I like plain candles in spring and coloured in autumn and winter!” (A good reason can often deflate any counter-argument!) So with that I bought some creamy-white candles and nothing more was said. Margaret 1 Someone Nil.
We had parked our car in Cary Park, a short distance away – no parking fee and the walk does us good. It was lovely to see the trees coming into leaf.
We then hummed and hawed where we might then go for coffee. But we couldn’t think of anywhere really convenient. It was quite chilly, in spite of the sunshine, otherwise we’d have opted for the Babbacombe Bay Hotel on Babbacombe Downs. But if we were cold in Cary Park, we’d be frozen walking on the Downs, with the wind coming straight off the sea.
And so we decided to pop into Waitrose, buy a few items and get our free coffee, and also buy some prawn mayo sandwiches and take these to Meadfoot Beach.
I feel quite depressed now when I go into Waitrose for I know these visits are coming to an end. The store closes at the beginning of June. It’s an utter waste of such a lovely store – it’s beautifully organized, spotlessly clean, has top quality goods, and today it looked as if the staff are pulling out all the stops so that in June they will go out with a bang and not a whimper.
Wine and chocolates for Mothering Sunday (I’m a traditionalist and it’s Mothering Sunday to me, not Mother’s Day)
It was very early in the day – we were in Torquay before 9.20am – hence few shoppers out and about, and the chillers looked so neat and tidy, everything looked pristine.
And this is just one side of the vegetable section (above). The fruit section is in another area entirely. But how lovely and tidy and how fresh the vegetables look. I would like Sainsbury’s to look and learn!
From Waitrose we drove to Wellswood and I popped into the Rowcroft Boutique (charity shop) with a basket of things I wanted to part with – a few books and two pairs of almost-new jeans. I ‘d made the mistake of buying some grey jeans (Marks & Spencer). Nothing wrong with them, but grey tends to look like a pair of black jeans that have been washed too often! And the denim jeans (worn no more than twice) have either been cut or stitched incorrectly as when they were being worn they just felt uncomfortable, as if they were somehow twisted.
Naturally, I took some photos of the latest displays in the Rowcroft Boutique …
The staff must be congratulated on making a charity shop, which relies solely on donations for stock, to look as good as this.
After a brief visit to the Post Office close by for a magazine and some stamps, and into the pharmacy for nail polish remover, we drove the short distance to Meadfoot Beach with our coffee and prawn mayo sandwiches.
The sea was a beautiful pale blue today, as was the sky, but not a sign of the cormorants that we usually see. Perhaps it was too early for them to be fishing? Perhaps they had nipped over to Brixham for even fresher fish off the trawlers?
‘Cormorant Corner’ Meadfoot Beach
We then returned home and one of my magazines had arrived in the post …
And so, with the magazine I’d bought, I now have two lovely magazines to enjoy later today …
Plus a bunch of double daffodils.
And with Period Living, a Garden supplement
And finally … on the hall table, a small posy of garden flowers.
The sun is still shining and the forecast it good for the next day or two, so I hope we will be able to do some more gardening. And having coffee and cake in the summerhouse, of course!
Summerhouse last summer (that object outside the window is not ET – the Extra Terrestrial – but the trunk of our walnut tree)
Until next time.