This weekend found me home alone. My life is one of two quite different halves. I'm currently in a phase where the home becomes quieter and tidier. It's characteristic of the times when my kid is with his dad. Actually Louis spent Friday night camping in a field for a friend's birthday celebration. 'Bring Nerf guns and pyjamas!' were the instructions. When he spoke to me from his treasured mobile phone (my old one) he was toasting marshmallows. I'm not sure how the rest of the proceeding went but when I phoned to say goodnight at seven yesterday evening Louis was already in the
. I don't expect half a dozen eleven year old
boys in a tent sleep much but it can't
do a lot of long term harm. It's great that he has an old fashioned childhood
where he does lots of lovely simple stuff outdoors. I suspect that there's plenty of children who
don't do that stuff anymore. land of Nod
And me? Well, I've ended up on an impromptu visit to Exmouth. Friends from the
stay here several times a year to see parents and each time rent the same
beautiful house with views of the sea through the trees. 'Shall I pop down, catch up with coffee and
hand over that salted caramel coulis?' I asked my friend, The Second Martha
Stewart, who is a fantastic cook. She'd begged me to bring her some back from my
last French trip. 'Why don't you come
and stay for the night?' she suggested.
'Oh, and by the way do you like roast beef?' How could a carnivorous
girl resist! There were amazing mushrooms cooked in sherry and cream as an
accompaniment and apple crumble and ice cream for pudding, my absolute
favourite dessert. I went to bed with a full tummy and left the curtains open so I could see the twinkling lights across the bay. Bliss! As I blog from bed today I'm waking up to this pretty scene outside my window.
After a night of sharing stories and swapping music I'll be heading home after a little seafront stroll. Then there's studying to do, a house to pack and shelves for that motorhome wardrobe to be made. I'll pick up the wood as I pass through
Exeter. Perhaps my renewed calmness will mean that my
second woodworking attempt will be way more successful. We'll just have to see!