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A Perfect Day

 

I spent the past weekend with my life long friends Mick and Gail at their lovely home in Kent, not too far from where we grew up.

Gail, Mick and I went to school together when we were little children….i.e. five years old!    Although I left the UK in 1966 for the States and didn’t return until 1993, our friendship endured.

Interestingly we are all artists.    Mick a photographer/musician and Gail, writer, historian and musician.      There must have been something in the water at the school we attended.

This visit was super special because I got to meet Cosmo, their first grandchild….and he is an angel……

Cosmo in the garden…..such a joy. 20190829_140428

Mick – watercolour

1048835_10151869969370396_914185022_o-3Gail – watercolour1094709_10151869967675396_22212606_o-3On Saturday we drove to Viking Bay Broadstairs to reminisce.    It turned out to be a perfect day in every way including the weather.

Given that Mick and Gail live in the middle of the countryside we drove…..and immediately found a parking place just a minute from the Bay.    Good start…..

Broadstairs is a place where we spent a lot of our childhood….and so I am really happy to report that Viking Bay is relatively unchanged other than some new amusements for children at one end of the beach.            The pier is still the same and many of the cafes and shops overlooking the beach are still there…including Morelli’s ice cream and coffee which was our first port of call……and oh my it was good.   20190830_112841Overlooking this part of the beach is the old band stand….a place I always enjoyed as a child.        I have special memories of when my Grandmother would take me to Broadstairs for the week….just the two of us.    She would allow me to do all sorts of things including enter the talent competitions held on the band stand.  Such happy memories:)

On the bandstand this Saturday – no competition this time……P8300864P8300862Sixty three years, before when I was ten years old….close to the pier.    Time is such an illusion. til August 10 295As we walked along the promenade we happened upon this lovely woman with her even lovelier cat:).   Apparently the cat walked with her every day to the beach.    When we came across her, I had just been saying how much I look forward to having another cat of my own.     A good omen I think…..

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20190830_111558We then walked to the pier where we had the most delicious fish and chips….watched over by this very healthy looking seagull who I am glad to report behaved him/herself. 20190830_114442All the while, we talked about our childhood memories….It was such a gentle, lovely day….and again another reminder of the importance of making the most of every single moment.

As we sat there enjoying the views, sounds, and smells and of course our fish and chips, I was reminded of this quote by Alan Watts  

‘I have realised that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is…….’

The hummingbirds are weaving their magic…… watercolour26198604_10155949289200396_7377987670122973739_o

This magical hummingbird is drinking from the sweet nectar of life…………………

A Bientôt

 

 

 

 

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The end of an era….

This morning my Mother –  Beryl Eileen Griffiths Weight –  (27/04/1923 – 15/12/2016)  moved on from this world to a glorious garden filled with flowers and magical hummingbirds.

Mother – watercolour painted in the Magical Town of Crickadoon 1994. 

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I have been overseeing my Mother’s care for the past nine years – the first three at her home and then the last six in a nursing home.     On December 8th Mother was admitted to the Astor Ward at Kingston Hospital and on Sunday 11th Palliative care was introduced.   Since then it has been a case of keeping her as comfortable as is possible.

The NHS (National Health Service) care has been beyond wonderful.    All the nurses, doctors and staff on the ward could not have been more caring and sensitive.     When ‘end of life’ care was introduced Mother was moved into a large private room with a bed and bathroom for me.

On a lighter note, on Mother’s last birthday she was completely convinced it was her 100th, since then she has upped the ante believing at the time of her death that she was 105….proving my theory that time is an illusion……

Make sure to live each and every day to the full…..

watercolour/gouache

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I wil now be taking time out until the new year….

I wish one and all a lovely holiday season and of course a very healthy, happy and creative, 2017.

A bientôt