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I’ve decided I should give myself a break and given that I managed 31 out of 52 weeks of publishing – plus a load of unpublished posts – it wasn’t a bad attempt at my weekly look at life, particularly given the rollercoaster year we had.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.
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.
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…
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.
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.