Frost on the Common and sun on the walls

25 November 2017

Today there was a cold and frosty start as we crunched our way across a frozen Common to parkrun. The sparkling grass and the flaming trees under a brilliant blue sky were all very pretty but I don’t mind admitting my teeth were chattering as I waited around for the run to start. The blue sky was a definite bonus for the adventure I had planned later in the morning though.  Continue reading Frost on the Common and sun on the walls

Mist, ice and ponies at Kings Garn Inclosure

22 January 2017

They say there’s no peace for the wicked and it certainly felt that way this weekend. As if the early start on Saturday for the Netley parkrun wasn’t enough, there was a CC6 today at Kings Garn Inclosure in the New Forest. Commando was otherwise occupied running with the fast boys on Sunday Runday but Darren kindly offered to give me a lift. Maybe kind isn’t quite the word I’m looking for here. At least it wasn’t what I was thinking when I stood outside my house at eight o’clock on one of the coldest, iciest mornings we have had this winter.  Continue reading Mist, ice and ponies at Kings Garn Inclosure

A different sea

7 December 2016

After the blue skies and sun of Cyprus the UK took a bit of getting used to. It was cold. It was wet. It was grey. There was also a great deal of washing to be done and catching up with a week’s worth of chores, not to mention CJ’s birthday. This meant a week with very little walking unless you count trudging up the Big Hill for milk in the rain  kind of walking. Today though there was blue sky. Ok, so it was still well below freezing but I was missing the sky and the sea so much I decided to take a walk down to the shore. Continue reading A different sea

What goes up must come down, then go up again – first published 4 March 2014

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Early 2014 seemed to be mostly about interviews. So many I look back now and can hardly remember them all. There was one I really liked the sound of in a research unit at the hospital as PA to several professors working on cancer research. At least it was only a short interview. No tests, tricks or hoops to jump through. After that there was a tour of the office so I got to meet the people I would be working with. They seemed a cheery bunch which was nice. The only real fly in the ointment, if I did get the job, was the travelling. The hospital is surprisingly difficult to get to. I was even thinking about buying a bike if I got it. They said they’d let me know the next day so, while I waited I went for a little walk. Continue reading What goes up must come down, then go up again – first published 4 March 2014

Disappointment, sadness and more good news – first published 22 November 2013

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November 2013 was drawing to a close along with my job. The were good days and bad days, hopes raised and dashed. At times it seemed cruel that we had to be there, slowly dismantling our world and our work. At other times we savoured every moment there was left. Through it all the little moments of beauty kept me going. Continue reading Disappointment, sadness and more good news – first published 22 November 2013

first frost the cold bites first published 13 november 2013

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After a red sky night I woke to a dry November morning with clear skies. There had been so many wet morning, I’d forgotten what a dry day looked like. I’d also forgotten what frost looked like and the lack of cloud cover brought the first frost of the year. The garden was a rime covered sparkling wonderland when the sun finally came up and I was excited to get out there. Continue reading first frost the cold bites first published 13 november 2013

The president of the USA , bad news and coffee – first published 14 March 2013

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Mid March 2013 and the office was all geared up for a visit from the President of the United States. Obviously not the President of the United States, just the president of our parent company but, from the fuss and tidying, he might as well have been. It was also the day of Gigi and Gail’s redundancy meetings so the mood was fairly sombre and nervous. Continue reading The president of the USA , bad news and coffee – first published 14 March 2013

A deja vu kind of day – first published 19 February 2013

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Getting made redundant from Mad House was the best thing that ever happened to me. Even though I’d made some wonderful friends, I’d hated every minute of the job. It felt like three years of hell on earth. It’s possible I was the only person in the building inwardly cheering when they made the announcement. Then I got the job at Silver Helm and it seemed like everything had happened for a reason. Then, on 19 Fenruary 2013, something happened that made me question everything.

Continue reading A deja vu kind of day – first published 19 February 2013

sky watching, fire and ice – first published 15 and 16 January 2015

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The cold was beginning to bite back in January 2013 and there was snow forecast. Not that we get much snow around these parts. Actually I was hoping it would snow because I had some band new Yak Trax to try out. Snow or no snow I was enjoying the beautiful, even unusual, skies. At times they seemed to be filled with fire and ice.

16 January 2013

Brrrr, it was freezing cold yesterday morning with a real icy North wind blowing. According to the breakfast news the whole country was covered with snow, except this little corner. That’ll be the Yak Trax then. For breakfast I tried the fruity granola, I know you’re not going to believe this, I hardly believe I’m saying it myself, but it was even better than the cocoa nib one. I was sorely tempted to take some to work for one of my snacks but I resisted in the end. Variety is the spice of life after all, even if I could happily have granola for breakfast, lunch and dinner with a few granola snacks thrown in for good measure.

Wrapped in my thick wool coat, a scarf, gloves and flappy eared hat, not to mention thick socks, Skechers boots and many layers of clothing I set off for a bone chilling walk made more bearable by the most beautiful pink, grey and blue sky. I know I’m obsessed with the sky but sometimes it takes my breath away with its ever changing multi hued majesty. Speed took second place to the many stops to snap photos. The brisk wind sent the clouds scudding across the sky giving me a different view every few seconds. When I saw the rowing club out on the water as I crossed the bridge, I couldn’t believe it, they must have been freezing. What a dedicated bunch they are. By the time I got to work all the blue and pink had disappeared and the gathering clouds had turned the whole sky grey.

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Arabella got called to Genoa over the weekend so I have a week to get everything sorted before she comes back. Sometimes I wonder if her husband recognises her when she does eventually go home. I’m sure Commando wouldn’t be too happy if I was away as much as she is. At lunch time I did pop out for a few minutes but it was too cold to walk very far. At some point during the day the grey clouds cleared and the sun came out but I only noticed it when I went to make a coffee in the afternoon.

Just before five thirty I returned to the kitchen to wash my coffee cup and the sky had changed again. The horizon looked almost green fading to a brilliant turquoise then electric blue. It was so unusual I grabbed my phone and snapped some photos through the window, sadly they don’t do it justice which is a shame because I’ve never seen the sky like it before. I did Google it to try to find out if it meant anything, weather wise, but, although it’s a well documented phenomena, it simply means the sky is clear, nothing else.

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Partly because of the unusual sky, I decided to walk home over the New Bridge, in the hope of getting some better photos. Sadly, by the time I got outside the colours were fading, although I did get a picture between the buildings as I climbed to the top of the steps up to the road. There was a crescent moon too. At times like this I wish I had a better camera, one that could take good night time photos. If I did I’d probably never see anything worth snapping.

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The big freeze was going on outside when I dragged myself reluctantly out of bed this morning. At first I thought it had actually snowed, the frost was so thick on the roofs of the houses across the road and the cars on the street. I got slightly excited at the thought of using my Yak Trax until I realised it was just frost. As the sun began to come up, the sky outside the French windows was a surreal shade of pink and, when I peeked outside, the decking and garden were white with frost. I should think anything in the veg plot the slugs haven’t eaten will be well and truly dead by now. Oh well. You win some you lose some, it would be nice if I won a few more though.

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The front gate was actually frozen shut and it took me a while to get out. My poor hands were stinging  by the time I did and I told myself I really should get one of those arctic jackets because I’m sure the weather would be balmy if I did. Luckily, the pavements, except the places where kind people had poured water to de-ice their cars, wasn’t slippery. That was a good thing because, today I had a plan of action to stop being so cold on the walk to work.

It was a cunning plan, to walk over the New Bridge rather than the Big Bridge. Why would that keep me warmer you may be wondering? Simple, the walk over the New Bridge starts with me walking up the Little Hill and I figured, as I always feel cold on the first part of my walk but warm up after a while because of the walking, if I started off with the Little Hill, I’d be warm by the time I reached the top because of all the extra effort. It worked too, I was actually sweating my the time I got to the top of that killer hill, apart from my hands and bits of my face, I didn’t feel cold at all after the first minute. I probably burned a few more calories too which can only be a bonus.

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When I finally staggered to the top of the hill the grass on the park looked like it was dusted with icing sugar. I felt a bit sorry for the poor dog walking across it with his master. His little paws must have been frozen. Do they make boots for dogs I wonder? If not they should. The sunrise was hidden by the trees again, just a hint of an orange glow between the branches. The view across the river on the Big Bridge was probably spectacular, pity I can’t be in two places at once really. I took the road that runs behind the green again, I think it probably cuts a little bit off the journey and it’s nice to get right away from the traffic, even though there’s a lot less of it this way. Looking across to the church the silouettes of the bare trees were framed against a sky that looked as if it had been painted, so many shades of blues, greys and pinks they looked like mad Van Gough palette knife strokes.

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The bottom end of the lonely path was filled with pockets of ice where the rain water has trickled down the hill and frozen. I had to watch my footing to avoid ending up on my bum. From there it’s not far to the bridge, just over the railway bridge and then up the steps. A bit more climbing to get the blood moving before the long, exposed span of bridge. The sun was more or less fully up by this time but, thanks to a layer of low cloud, I still got to see a sunrise of kinds, complete with screeching seagulls, as I walked across.

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By the time I got to the office I was boiling. Maybe I don’t need an arctic jacket after all.

ice fog and a double dose of good news – first published 12 December 2012

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The twelfth of December 2012 was supposed to be the day the world ended. Obviously it didn’t. After a terrible start with freezing fog for the walk to work things actually took a decided turn for the better. There were a few heart stopping moments along the way though and a Christmas tree mystery. Continue reading ice fog and a double dose of good news – first published 12 December 2012