Since March Nick and I have been living a restless life. Never in one country for more than a fortnight at a time, with intervals sometime less than that, our weeks have been peopled with friends and family in both our countries of residence. We like visitors, and I at least, enjoy a shifting stage on which to live my life. Nick is less convinced so some of my exploits have been solo efforts. Like Orkney, and my time in Godalming when I cared for Ted whilst Demi was on holiday.
With the arrival of Jenny and Lesley in St Vaast we then find ourselves at the end of our hosting activities for the time being. When we shift our location next time we will be going to join some dear friends on their boat at Frejus with a 3-week sailing spell in view.
In recent weeks I have been crossing the Channel on the Barfleur for a mid-week interlude, in order to visit my mother, play some bridge and when I can, tidy up the garden, notably the pots. Although the winter in Dorset was not generally severe, there were a couple of very cold snaps when the temperatures descended into the minuses and I lost quite a lot of tender plants which I had raised in St Vaast. All the tulips and daffodils I grew in pots are spent too so they need to be placed in a sheltered place and fed. With summer in view I need to be pragmatic. Things in pots do well during autumn, winter (if I choose the plants wisely) and spring. Because there is enough rain. Trying to have summer bloomers in pots only ends in tears when the weather is dry and I am not there to water. So my new strategy is to leave these pots fallow and set ‘arrangements’ on them. No shortage of shells, pebbles, boulders and other objets d’art chez moi! And if a few pretty weeds sprout around my arrangements well that’s ok. Whilst I am at it I haul out jugs which I keep in various cupboards and create a random.
On one of my visits with Mum I take some of our holiday scrapbooks. When my children were young in the late 70s and early 80s we had a series of hols in Cornwall and my parents joined us. These were happy times of the classic seaside holiday and we made scrapbooks using pictures, bits of writing, postcards and assorted tickets, pressed flowers and the like. I thought these would be fun for the children to look back on in adulthood and their own children love looking at them too. That this is an activity which gives so much pleasure to my mother is a real bonus. When we first started going to Cornwall our first couple of visits were based at Port Isaac but then we discovered Prussia Cove and we never looked back.