Well there I was thinking of something to write this week, my mind has been elsewhere, for a start on Aubrey Burl Stone Circles of Britain, and his writing on the stone circles of Bodmin.Moor. Chasing, at least in my mind round the circles and stone rows. So what has peaked my interest, on Facebook I have 'Natural Homes' that delivers crazily built cob houses, wooden houses and all types of self-sufficient housing which I love dearly and I spied a photo of a room with seating arrangements that looked over a glassed over area of plants and fell in love with it, but when I went to look for the photo it wasn't in my files and I happened to stumble across the one below. So nostalgia rolled in, this was the house that belonged to my first in laws in Blonay in Switzerland, they were my 'mum and dad' for many years and it brought back happy memories. The children, Karen and her cousin Marc playing in the pool below, the wood strawberry plants abundant on an awkward slope, mum going through the compost stuff because someone had thrown away a silver spoon. Grandpa reading the two children stories in the afternoon, Marc terrifying Karen with terrible stories of Persian giants one day as a great crashing thunderstorm rolled over the French mountains, lightening streaking across the lake. The paddle boat was stranded out in the centre of the lake as it could not dock and all the little boats hastily came in.
Now they are both grown up, approaching middle age no less, how life moves on, I shall find the photos of them both and translate them to this web mode, so that the grandchildren can look back as well. They have all survived in the caravan, no tv but survive quite happily on early nights and a DVD on the computer. One house exchanged and the furniture out of the old Whitby house next friday hopefully to be moved into the new house but there is still an element of uncertainty, as the signers are away on holiday.
The children have settled in to their new schools, my daughter says everyone is very friendly in Todmorden, I note Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall was down there last week-end celebrating the food grown in all the public spaces.