Photos revisited ...

a lot easier when they are encapsulated in automated index ... the vibrancy of colour depth and subject stimulating the senses so sharply. The places in collections not ever taken for granted.

The height of many views captured once again from atop hills or now buildings coming back in the equation. Atop cliffs, sand dunes, beaches, coves. In others houses, mansions or museums. In cities, towns, villages or hamlets ... ship wrecks, lighthouses too. 

The waterways, marshes, tracks or trails. The fields, forests expanses of moors to coast in the terrain of one view in the South West to the bottle kilns of the industrial North. 

Though I have many photos still to capture ... the regular tin mine ruin on the trip out in Kernow. The rail travel of a building outside of Crewe ... on approaching the Capital city of a castle on a mound ... 

And that is while moving in passing ... 

I still have the many facets of a view on foot left to see ... old and brand new ... 

A September view of many many new places to come ... and that will be into Scotland too then ... meanwhile a first trip back into Wales for a Summer birthday ...

That will leave Ireland before too long maybe ? 

One less item

... in the way of life in a home this day  ... the end task to a capsulated life ... The long haul in decisions to let go of hobbies and makes and more ... to give life in skills different. 

The days where it is harder to function than others. The days for walks maybe with the ideas I have ... 

This gives a little gumption with discussion with a doctor and other agencies that don't listen ... how to manage. And with myself to get to Kernow and get on with it ... 

The lists you have to make and forms to fill to get this moving. The way online works is not always good in an itemised life ... to move it ... 

The reliance on others when you don't drive let alone to drive a truck to move your own items by just chucking it in ... 

Another day

to remember those that went years ago today now.

A taste of Spain decadent on my taste buds despite the terse. The crash, and wallop of much on arriving back home. 

The speed across the railway tracks meant we arrived early at our destination ... the patience of others today I was appreciative of. 

A day in much moods Many and complex 

A Crematorium Picnic ...

a tradition once alternate days of the 14/15th of the mad March days ... eating food in the winds of ashes! 

The beautiful wilderness in the boroughs of a capital city ... where parks we roamed in all seasons and times with family, friends and colleagues ... all places in and out skirting times with childhood friends and new alike ... 

The Galleries. Kew Gardens, exhibitions and such like on the South Bank and food with various different tastes on the waterways with the Open uni social crew on the Thames  ... and up to Stratford and the Iron bridge delights 

Later with a new generation too visiting the Various performance at the Globe with a daughter in new widow times ... going to museums again ... the world re opening in all spectrums as though time never stood still awhile in social out of sync ... 

A torrid into tranquil

time thankfully... one needed a lot of support from my own inner family, to support my God Mother/Auntie in the loss of her second husband. I have the surrealness of being one of three cousins widowed early in time ... The silent understanding only we know ...

.... I failed to attend another previous funeral one time in Southampton, even booking the coach ... I eventually managed to get to this area December last. This to celebrate one of a few Diamond wedding anniversary within the maternal and paternal families ....

I actually found it easier than I thought I be ...only I nearly went emotionally, when the surving brother could not finish his recounting of times with his brother ... 

A beautiful service in a spacious church and chapel ... The flowers and service themed to a second wedding that took place in the very church. Single blooms only today and donations to The Alzheimer's Society ...  

A week or so of zig zagging across the English counties to a very satisfying Saturday day today. It is the first of many funerals outside the immediate family I have managed to actually attend .... 

All warm and cosy ...

after a Sunday into Monday away in a county different again. A road trip past Stoke on Trent  Birmingham, The Cotswolds to name some ... 

An evening meal on arrival. A breakfast to start a day of the celebration of a life of a Uncle. The wake for all before the service. The family at the committal and home after for yet more refreshments. 

A time to embrace and recount much, meet those not seen for a long time or not at all until now!  The friends and family too one knows over the years of a family matriarch who gels the family unit together. The last family gathering for an 85th birthday ...   

A sibling who made it out of the three remaining. The requirements of the usual big wet over enthused kiss. The only brother surviving after a stroke on his 59th wedding anniversary celebrations... he recovered to celebrate his Diamond wedding anniversary, this last February 

The two sisters, one too frail ... one too far to come now, who resides in Canada ... a selection of the many cousins attended with the next generation of many more cousins ... 

And all the new friends made since a second marriage of a couple who came from the opposite sides of the Atlantic settling in England after spending part of the time in both Canada and England  ... 

The surreal time back in the extended family fold. The years not missed to those that were .... and plans in the usual 'you must come to stay' again, such that was said at my own husband's funeral! 

The birdsong here

and now ... time rhythms out of kilter, rather like some of us ... a day jolly in mood moments. Even my sister had to ask recently ... you are being sarcastic. She usually gets my lovelies opposite . She is under duress stress and thinking of ways to alter this with her working life.  

The infrastructure slowly cracking. The reality portrayed in a rare for me watching of Casualty, in make believe. 

The world in real make it believe ! 

The system has failed me in part ...slow on mindful matters. Quick in response on the physical as always !!! 

The blur of the questions asked recently with my replies! Yes ... but not in that way when asked if I was incontinant etc ...  I cack myself when in fright from simple life endeavours I struggle with in flashbacks of images one should not see .. .. not the physical yer! 

Students to a

couple ... the signs about from the student times to now being nested up for just the two is now more evident after six months. 

The football supporters bedding, linen from garish to more homely. The posters replaced with pleasing arrays of decor. The kitchen more intimate in intuitive.  The dinner placings now matching. 

The acceptance of the summer last when I put suggestions in the pot, now in time understood in the heed more. We require the find in ourself, though a little elder wisdom helps along the way. 

.... The sprinklings of change now very much of a couple in progression ...