The last few weeks seem to have passed in a haze of routine and nothing out of the ordinary. Weekends have been filled with working in my local pub, running and relaxing with friends in the sunshine. The long, warm sunny evenings really have been wonderful and are very conducive to not doing much at all but enjoying them. It feels a little like filling up the sunshine tank in preparation for the cooler and darker days later in the year.
The pub garden catches the sun of an evening so is a delightful spot to relax and unwind. As I collect countless glasses the smell of lavender wafts around reminding me of warm summer holidays in France.
The weekdays have passed with dog agility, running, guitar lessons and guitar practice so there has been little time for anything else, not even much crafty stuff. Although there have been some snatched moments in dappled sunshine when I have kicked off my shoes and relaxed for a few stolen moments. (Well I say relaxing but unpicking Fyberspates Faery Wings has produced some surprisingly colourful language!!)
My hairy hound has struggled to stay cool in all this gorgeous sunshine so has taken to resting under the redcurrant bush in the shade
I suspect a haircut might be in the offing for the hairy hound in an effort to keep him cooler. I don’t think he will like that much!
Fingers crossed the warm weather continues
The weekend started in a very promising fashion with a boiled egg and soldiers and coffee in my favourite mug ( Ooops, I couldn’t resist dunking a couple of soldiers before I took the photo…what a bad blogger!)
Then it was on to pick my friend up for an easy and traffic-jam free journey to Torquay (despite Glastonbury). However when we arrived it did look like a cloud had landed on the coast. It was the great British summer in all it’s glory.
The rain was absolutely unbelievable But there is always a silver lining as it meant an afternoon spent relaxing with the paper and my knitting.
It made a really nice change for both of us to be able sit down on a Saturday afternoon so it was actually a real pleasure.
Finally the rain lifted a little and we set off to explore, find the car park we would use before the race and locate a nice bar for a glass of wine. I have to say that sadly we didn’t see the English Riviera in it’s best light. I am sure that with lots of glorious sunshine it would have looked a lot better! It also must have been amazing in it’s heyday when the upper echelons of Victorian society visited. I found some wonderful old photos here and here.
The one bright spot that caught my eye despite the torrential rain was this amazing row of beach huts. They were quite stunning and so beautifully looked after.
I can highly recommend here for tapas. I totally forgot to take photos as the food was devoured before I thought about it but I did snap the wine which is equally as important, as I am sure you would agree (aren’t those glasses lovely? I would love to get some like that.)
Sunday was spent running in very hot weather along a road that I could have sworn should have been flat but unfortunately for my poor legs was very, how shall I say it, undulating! But it was worth it.
Lunch followed with the lovely Roger the Lodger and her family in Pizza Express before we hot-footed it home. We crammed so much in that it felt like I had been away for a week Perfect.