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!
A happy week that ended with sadness as we said goodbye to Hiro, the Boy’s cat.
A snail on the window, double rainbow over the fields, today’s pineapple (it’s a thing), Hiro, GD’s art, GD and unicorn, start of the holidays with a giant hot choolate for the Boy.
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.
A strange week; we’d been looking forward to the Chalke Valley History Festival so much, but it didn’t feel quite the same without the Eldest with us. Still fun despite the ridiculously sloping camping field and the flipping freezing weather!!
Kiwi and Holly finally making friends, 3 of the Tribe watching soldiers from the Civil War riding down to the Festival site, a very English postbox in Abbotts Ann, learning to be spies at the Festival, glorious hedgerow flowers, Vikings on the move, playing with slime before school…
A tough week – taking photos was not on top of my priority list. So this was what I did take.
The sun going down over the water meadows, a rainbow (a little bit of hope perhaps?), Mill Lane sign surrounded by elder still in bloom, Holly hiding, seasoned logs, blowing bubbles, Jemima off hunting.
The first week from hell, but there’s still beauty around us and the innocence of the Littlest always makes life better.
Wild orchids in the field, the Littlest picking wild flowers before school, heavenly scented roses, the delicate elderflower, the Littlest and friend performing, our first flower on the tulip tree, our pink elderflower.
Another week in photos
Happy Holly, the fields behind us, early morning quiet before the mayhem, red hot pokers, another frog, a brief happy moment for the girls, another happy cat.
I haven’t posted for ages as things have been pretty tough and the rollercoaster of life was going to get a whole lot worse from week 19. However, I did continue to put the photos together, I was just too superstitious, for whatever reason, to post them. But now I’m going to as life has got a whole lot better.
Another early morning for the Littlest, a striking scarlet lily beetle, the Littlest looking for our noisy woodpecker chicks, a mayfly, our Boy at his first confirmation with his school chaplain at Bishop’s, stunning early morning view across the fields, the Tribe at Mottisfont.
I am behind, but life is currently a long way off simple; week 17, however, was good.
Small, but beautifully formed, Victoria Park in Salisbury; happy Kiwi; beautiful Wiltshire countryside; grand opening of the fabulous Andover Lawn Tennis Club; the Tribe walking to the tennis club (bliss!); GCSE art of the Eldest by her amazingly, fabulous and loyal friend.