So, here we are. The start of another year. 2017 was a tricky year personally- we found ourselves in places we never even imagined, but like so many other people, we muddled our way through and came out the other side in between a lot of love and a bit of laughter, crying, yelling and pretty much every other emotion in between. And this is the good thing – there were some really amazing bits in between the crap stuff. And I know, without a doubt, that our four children – my Tribe – are amazingly wonderful. They have all been on a muddled journey, much of which has been too difficult to possibly understand, but they have survived and are still giggling over the silly stuff of life. And that is simply, a good thing. (Our most recent foray into silliness was as a wise man, innkeeper’s wife and shepherds at the Hawk Conservancy’s Nativity montage – perfect start to the Christmas holidays.)
So my online 2017?? A bit rubbish, but I’ve decided I should give myself a break and given that I managed 31 out of 52 weeks of publishing – plus a load of unpublished posts – it wasn’t a bad attempt at my weekly look at life, particularly given the rollercoaster year we had. The rollercoaster is continuing, but that’s another story, so in 2018 I’m embarking on a similar project, but on a daily basis – why I think I’m going to manage a daily post I have no idea, but hey, why not?? I hope that it will encourage me to post more – short and sweet is the way forward. And I will continue to concentrate on life and the world around us, particularly as time spent in nature has now been categorically proven to be good for our mental health. Well, hooray for that 😊.
Happy new year and thank you for reading – I hope that 2018 is a more positive year everywhere. And here’s my 1st January 2018 shot – with the Tribe on the Isle of Wight, looking down at the Needles.
Awesome Kaffe Fassett exhibition at Mottisfont, St Mary’s Church in Amport before the school’s Harvest Festival service (and I’m still singing the songs in my head!!), finding the Littlest half way up the tree outside school, taking a walk with Jemima after school, our crazy pumpkin ‘tree’, slug time, another lovely dog walk in another beautiful wood.
Looks like summer is definitely over – no Indian summer this year! But we’re making the most of the last few weeks of light evenings.
GD at Andover Lawn Tennis Club’s 2017 Championships, our incredibly impressive pumpkin patch!, back on the road to Sparsholt for netball (at least the countryside is glorious), another year with FoTT (not the best year, but we’re all still here), walking back from tennis with the Eldest, another dog walk with my buddy 😊, the Littlest before school.
The last few days of the summer holidays and it already feels as if autumn is here. And another school year begins; a better one we hope.
Our first day home and the fields behind us are being harvested, succulent blackberries, Littlest being taken to school by one of her big sisters, the harvest, a last dragonfly of the year, all the Tribe back to school (the Eldest missed 6 months of year 10) – a really special day and yes, I did have a big lump in my throat, but a smile in my heart, ‘look what I found!’ the Littlest with huge mushroom!
The end of the holiday – good to be together; not all plain sailing, but moving in the right direction I hope.
Outside our final stop at the fabulous Le Manoir de Bonningues, swallowtail butterfly, fun at the nearby beach & lake, Littlest with her daddy, our stunning pool, another holiday ‘pet’, another family lunch.
Condom is a beautiful town that has an unfortunate name, but it obviously makes us laugh every time so we are just another silly family that’s stopped to take a photo, happy days at Domaine de Lassalle, coffee at our favourite bar in Gimont.
The Tribe reading Macbeth together at their grandparents, toasting marshmallows with friends, photoshoot with friends at home, more marshmallows, with Guinness and Murphy, the Tribe in the middle of the maze at Cliveden, the Tribe off to stay with their cousins.
Our home continues to be busy and although recovery will take time, laughter and music has returned. I think that I’ve been holding my breath for months; it is so good to breath again.
Our crazy pumpkin patch (once upon a time this used to be our compost heap), the Tribe and cousin in the water meadows, lunch in Stockbridge, the Littlest and friend playing on Amport Green, our minuscule frog, paddling in the Test River, sleepy Littlest.