Textures

Soft

Sharp

Soft

Sharp

He's off again

 but this time packed with much more of the language

that he loves.

We went to Wisley on the way home from the airport,

and discovered, so appositely,

the new Bonsai Walk.

In the Open Air

 Let's go to Cornwall I said,

to see the Laura Knight exhibition

'In the Open Air'.

Let's not drive.

We'll go by the midnight Cornish Riviera Express to Penzance.

We can 'sleep' in teeny tiny bunks,

and be brushing our teeth in Truro tomorrow.

When we get there we could choose whether to be

doused by torrential rain

or deluged by towering waves in the open air.

Better still, we could go on a four hour open top

bus ride to Land's End and experience both

in a breath snatching gale.

St Ives isn't far by train.

We can have lunch at the Porthminster Beach Cafe

which is dry and indoors

and then we can go to the Hepworth Museum

which is dryish and beautifully arranged.

Admire the restrained succulent and cactus displays,

both preferring to be indoors.

And finally to the Tate to see the best way to

enjoy the Open Air without trying to stay dry.

Glamping

Although we are sans cuisine,

it isn't too onerous at present.

This is an arm's length Project not being endured 24/7

and we are coping quite well 

with cool boxes and Thermoses

depending on the weather conditions.

The Magnolia is in flower again!

Coming up roses

I offer up these because it's infinitely nicer than looking at

this.

A pause

in the applause.

We've got tickets for the main event. . .

Sitting very still

in the garden.

Some kind of record.

Medal fatigue

I'm beginning to feel 

like a child at a party.

Too much 

jumping up and down.

Too much yelling.

Too many sweets.

Too much jelly.

Too much ice cream.

I'm over-excited and tearful.

It's time nanny took me home.

Still smiling

thanks to Andy.

Smiling for gold

The Telegraph

Breaking into a light sweat

Stocking up on carbs and protein.

Celebratory glass filled.

I may not have got tickets,

and may never have excelled at lacrosse, tennis, 

netball or swimming at school

but I can roar encouragement,

and dish out expert advice for team GB on any sport now,

from the comfort of the sitting room.

Tonight Matthew I am going to be a champion heptathelete 

and runner.*


Edited to add: And so it was.

* Catchphrase from Stars in their Eyes.

Can't stop

gotta run. . .

Here's a corner of the kitchen,

primed and ready for the off tomorrow morning.

Sensing a change

Like the 16 year old girl smelling land before she sees it,

sailing toward Martinique on board the ss Nevassa,

so today I received a message on the breeze

saying Autumn is on the horizon.

Spanner in the works

The builder and the architect have fallen out.

It's week six of nineteen.

Let's just focus on the flowers

and breathe deeply.