Time for the annual blog review. Here’s a 5 minute vid.
Now I’ll put some flesh on the funny bones of that vid.
A year when we had 2 Springs and no Summer.
A year with George Formby in it (all year) making us daft (for dancing)
A year when we finished our year of wild camping (in July); all those dark winter months shivering our ya ya’s off. Sleepless. Barely a wink. Mind you, K got a Sirstiffycat for all her aches and pains. But I’m glad I/we did it. Now that it’s over. Lol. And some of these camps will never be forgotten (Cuckoo and Hawthorn camps especially)
A year of going new places:queuing up for 6 hours at Wimbledon (to see no tennis); lots of Red Spotted Hanky trains: down to loony Looe, and Bath (walking our silly legs off), up the Tamar Valley for Calstock music festival; then to Bridgwater Carnival, and Cardiff; ferrying over – with 2 goldfish – to Mount Edgecumbe.
A year where we found new places closer to home: our very own “Buckie Falls” plus our very own private garden up on Dartmoor, that lovely little Ashburn spot; climbing up the Ugg Bugger (Uggborough Beacon); searching around for and eventually finding Kitty Jays grave.
Revisiting some familiar places:the wild orchard by the Dart; Buckfast Abbey herb garden; up Brent “happy” Hill.
A year of strudeling and crumpet bombing. And slow-cooking. And a processed plastic cheese slice slapped on an egg for breakfast! Proper job!
Norris got a ukelele for his birthday (which he sent back the ungrateful twit) and Miss Meercat-ears had her (first) half century birthday; got her other nostril pierced; says she’s going to get piercings on every birthday till she’s 60 (I’ll make sure she keeps her word)
A year when boule and badminton gave way to biking: cycling down the Exe estuary to the lonesome Pine; and around Haldon Forest.
Courageously climbing fallen pine tree. Taking that log of a dog Jodie out for a walk. Her 2nd only ever. And slipping down steep slopes in the dark looking for pee-pee places. It’s all dangerous stuff this!
A year when we gave up on football cus too expensive (saw Exeter beat Walsall in Jan is all) and switched allegiance to speedway (much more fun really, and cheaper)
A year of gathering fish; got a big glass bowl and 8 new fish: dear Dennis died (despite K resurrecting him twice to life) Princess Buggles had become the new star. But she frizzed her fan in the filter – so i had to freeze her.
A year of watching the classics on YouTube: Middlemarch, Silas Marner; Mill on the Floss; The Virgin & The Gypsy; Alan Bates as the Mayor of Casterbridge) Plus loads of “funny” foreign films; and funny Formby Georgie films (K keeps laughing her mascara off)
I’d pick out these as my Top Happys:
- Brent Hill: how not to fly a kite; those 2 trains curving around the bend in the hill – perfect synchronicity.
- Norris Dancing: vids that will always bring smiles to our faces.
- Cuckoo Camp: by Venford reservoir; worth every sleepless moment.
- Dawn rising: up at the Church-on -the-hill.
- Buckfast Bells: swelling up over the red roses.
- Ashburn: ravishing delish duck legs, feeling all loved up with sun.
- Under the scraggly Hawthorn: waking up with our faces being gently bathed in Moor mist. Romantic.
- Mothecombe beach: the hot dog day; paddling into the warm sea.
- Bath: listening to the buskers, sucking jelly babbys.
- Speedway: pure methanol fumed nostalgia trip for me.
- Xmas Eve Fire: Primitive. Cosily tucked up the corner. Magical.
Its amazing how much happens in a year. Even when nothing much feels like it has.
Its all about the perception.
“Its not about The Seychelles but picking up the seashells”
(on Mothecombe beach) says our Kaz.
I says “bu bum” to that. Lol
