2015. A word.

Well, 2014 passed in a flash and we are almost at the end of February too! How did that happen? Anyway before the new year is totally forgotten I wanted to write about the idea of having a word for the year. I came across the idea whilst catching up on some blogs (Welsh hills again and A Quiet Corner to name two). It isn’t so much a resolution but more just something to strive for.


After much thinking I decided on happy as my word for 2015. Someone I used to work with said how much I had changed over the last few years and it really made me stop and think. Inherently I don’t think I have changed as a person. I am still fun-loving, enthusiastic and as some would say, slightly dotty! But that side of me definitely doesn’t show itself so much these days. Somehow the trials and tribulations of the last few years have really squashed that side of me a bit so I laugh less and mess around less. I also seem to have been sleepwalking through the last few years. Not really making any decisions, just drifting and not really feeling alive.


So my mission this year is to find my happiness. Find the things that fill me with laughter and joy. The things that put a spring in my step. I am going to try and find something joyful in every day and really feel alive.


The photos are from a glorious walk along the canal with friends. It was wet and muddy and the dog loved it :-)

Bits and bobs

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 :-)

under the redcurrant

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 :-)