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I’ve decided I should give myself a break and given that I managed 31 out of 52 weeks of publishing – plus a load of unpublished posts – it wasn’t a bad attempt at my weekly look at life, particularly given the rollercoaster year we had.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.
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.
An emotional rollercoaster of a week … but, as you can see from the photos, a family back together.
The Boy meeting the local police …, the Boy with his impressive catch, the older girls together at Bishops’ Founders Day in Salisbury Cathedral, the Eldest with best friend and her puppy, first meeting, a very belated birthday celebration for GD, the Boy blowing out his birthday candles with help from the Littlest. Joy.
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…
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.
Week 19 had some spectacular lows but also one very special event. Life is a rollercoaster right now. We are determined that it will get better.
The Boy after his confirmation at Salisbury Cathedral with the Rt Rev David Hallatt (so proud!); visit by GD’s Kiwi uncle and godfather at Blades training; a happy moment on Northbrook when the Eldest’s wonderful friends (and siblings!) visit; what to do with chopsticks no.21; the Littlest and friend at Hatherden Fete; the high point of a rather rubbish birthday spent at the hospital – wild flowers and homemade cake; Wagamama featured heavily on the menu this week.
This is a lovely, easy and safe cycle along the old Chiseldon and Marlborough Railway path. And it’s a bit of fresh air therapy too.
Park alongside the village green on Elcot Lane in Marlborough (so you don’t need to go right into Marlborough) and then once on your bike continue along Elcot Lane and after going under the railway bridge you will see signposts on the right for the entrance to the track. We cycled to Chiseldon and back which is about 15 miles in total, so the Littlest was back on the trailer bike rather than her own bike, but it was easy and safe riding for everyone. It was only on the way back that we realised that we must have been steadily climbing up as there was a lot more freewheeling on the return journey! There’s a good place to stop for ice creams at the midway point too, just in case there are some tired legs! Anyway, here are some photos to give you an idea of the ride.
The beginning of the Easter holidays and glorious sunshine.
Good Friday breakfast (at the end of the week), some Bobbi Brown therapy for the Eldest, ducks in the garden (yup, I’m obsessed!), GD practicising for the Weston Park Blades netball camp, cycling the Test Way, spring flowers outside Beccy’s Greengrocers in Stockbridge, Hiro at home.