We had a lovely walk earlier this week, down to Batson Creek – a tidal inlet at the top of the estuary just across the water from Salcombe. It was a still and frosty morning and the water was completely flat (although not still, I watched the edge very carefully and could see the tide rising little by little)
So very peaceful now all the visitors have left, no more sound of outboard motors, children squealing and playing and general noise and activity. The summer months are full of life and activity, whilst in contrast, in the winter everywhere is quiet and deserted. This is especially true of Salcombe where a very large proportion of houses in the town are second homes or holiday lets that stand empty through the colder months. But the emptiness is great for the newfies who enjoy being free of my summertime anxiety about their upsetting nervous children and small dogs – sometimes just because they’re big and black!
Batson can be very muddy, there’s a steep path through National Trust woodland down to the creek, with a stream that has to be forded (or in Daisy’s case splash through once, turn around, dive through it a second time and finally run up and down it before leaping out and shaking wet fur – just as I am about to cross!). Dogs are supposed to be under control Miss Daisy!
But this time we didn’t see a single person on our walk so Daisy’s naughtiness didn’t matter. When we reached the creek the tide was coming in ….
So there just had to be swimming! (Them not me)
And afterwards back up the hill again to the car park. Love these seedheads – one day I WILL get around to stitching some!
The last week of the month is always a bit of an anxious time for me as I put the finishing touches to the magazine and press the “upload” button. And this month’s is a bumper issue with more than 70 pages – that’s because there are a couple of larger projects included – part one of my Nativity set as well as my Winter’s Comfort Quilt:
I am delighted to report that all is now finished and the October issue is safely uploaded ready to mail to subscribers tomorrow, though I am feeling all worn out – though in a good sort of way. In contrast, now the cooler weather has arrived, my two large and furry friends are positively bursting with energy – here they are enjoying a romp in one of the fields above the village during a recent morning walk:
They’re sleeping now after an afternoon spent with Donna, their canine beautician. They are both incredibly fluffy, soft to touch and smell disgusting delightful! (They are quite disgusted with the outcome, though they love Donna, and once they’ve recovered their energy I’m sure they’ll be doing their best to return to their normal scruffy states!)
I brought my sewing out into the summer house yesterday afternoon, planning to work on my final pattern for the August magazine. So far this month’s patterns have used pale ice cream colours and bleached linens for a very seasidey feel, but for my last pattern I wanted to evoke something of the feeling of English narrow boats with their cheerful paintwork and brightly coloured accessories. (If you’re not familiar with narrow boats, then you can find out more in the August magazine). So there are hexagons in a multitude of colours and a scarlet geranium too….
Before I sat down to stitch I noticed that my beautiful (and enormous!) pink hydrangea was coming into bloom, so I wandered over to have a look …
And what did I spot on my (rather scruffy-looking thanks to two sets of very large paws charging around on it) lawn?
If you didn’t know any better you might think this was just a tatty-looking piece of string. But this is not the case – look closely and you will see that it is a WHOLE SKEIN of soft aqua-blue embroidery floss. SOMEONE STOLE IT from my work room! I wonder who that might have been?
”Not me, mum! I am a VERY GOOD boy.”
I think I know a guilty face when I see one!
”Sorry mum, I just couldn’t help myself!” Yes .. the naughty Miss Daisy is my little tea leaf.
(My lovely mother-in-law – a Londoner – introduced me to this term many years ago. ”Tea leaf” is Cockney rhyming slang for thief!).