Tuesday, 11 August 2009
The small yellow shells were gathered many years ago, when Mr S and I had a week's holiday on Guernsey. I love to bring a little memento back, and when we walked all along St Ouen's Bay, these little shells were so very numerous there. I'm not sure whether the smaller darker ones came from there, but they are just the same shape, but arranged in size order, the colour changes gradually.
With my Collins guide to the Insects of Britain and Western Europe in my hand, I patiently watch and try to identify the butterflies: peacocks, painted ladies, commas, red admirals, and small tortoiseshells, then lots of different sizes white butterflies.
As soon as Mr S is off to work, I spend a few minutes of contemplation on the garden, often still in my dressing gown. Sometimes I spend a few minutes planning my day, or just sniffing the flowers, watching the insects and gazing at the clouds. This butterfly seemed to doze on my shoulder, without my noticing until I got back into the house. After taking the picture, it was reunited with the others.
Thursday, 6 August 2009
I love stars. I'm not a connoisseur of stars, but love them for many reasons, firstly because my Dad used to show me the stars in Mauritius, where one can really see the Milky Way as a band across the night sky. There were still very few street lights when I was young there, and after cyclones when we had no electricity at all, and the skies were clear, it was almost impossible to find a small piece of sky with no stars. I remember when I my mother and sisters were away in the UK, my father used to take me out for walks at night to watch for falling stars. He always seemed to know when to look out for them, and we used to sing Catch a falling Star together, when no one else could hear us....thank goodness for that I can hear my sister Lizzie say. She has a lovely voice, and very generously she has remarked that perhaps I am improving. I wonder whether there is a local choir that takes people who ought to have singing lessons?
Mauritius is also known as 'The Star and the Key of the Indian Ocean'.
I love the allusions to stars in Poetry and Prose. Is that the word I mean?
More Serendipity: In a knitting stitch book, the star pattern is called the Humber Star, and guess what, my mother's grew up on the banks of the Humber!
Having washed it, I played the equivalent of floor based stretches and gymnastics to get this blocked out. Sadly quite a lot of colour ran from the yarn, and when I had finished the stretching on my wires, found that I had pink colour soaked into my white tee shirt.
The neck shawl, which I like to call a tucker, has dried beautifully, and the texture and crispness of the yarn, keep the fine stitch detail.
I took it to the new Knitting and nattering group at the Almanack in Kenilworth this morning. It was great to see many new faces. These knitting groups are great places to make new friends, find new knitting inspiration, and being right in the window at the Almanack, we are certainly on view, so hopefully most of the knitters in Kenilworth around during Thursday morning will soon be popping in.
I was so pleased to hear, yesterday, that one of the knitting groups I used to go to in Swindon, is vibrant and continues to attract many knitters.
Monday, 3 August 2009
As we walked around we found the The New St George Waits playing in a large tent, where there were chairs. They were playing English bagpipes, of which I have been a fan for a long time, hurdy gurdies, woodwinds etc.
We were really lucky with the weather that day, and so must have been the organisers. To have a weekend with two goods days of weather is pretty remarkable this year. On our drive there and back, the combine harvesters were slowly cutting their way through fields of wheat.
After a lovely lunch in large Drawing Room with views across the lawns, we sallied forth in the rain, and stopped at Compton Verney. There we had a browse round their shop, and tea and shared cake, before heading home.
For ages, I've been popping into any toy shop to ask if they had Clangers. I bought this one for Mr S years ago in Woolworth's in Cirencester. This little Clanger went under the knife, or more precisely scissors, and with a new battery returned to life.
She is now feeling so much better, that she had to pose for this picture.