On our first camp of the season to Devon last weekend, heavy rain, high winds and cold temperatures were very much in evidence. It was soooo windy one night that the tent was flapping like errrrr.... a big flapping thing and as I was trying to sleep, the sides of the tent kept bashing me in the head. So annoying.
We were the ONLY campers in the field on the first night:
|Yes, the blue speck in the distance is our tent|
The second night we were joined by more campers including some youngsters who were celebrating a mate's birthday. Good grief, their music was LOUD. Mr J and P sidled up to them at some point and said "It's a bit loud isn't it?". Well, that did the trick. They were at it (loudly) until at least 1.30 am. So I'm told. Fortunately for me, I managed to get to sleep, despite the noise. Contemplating future patchwork projects (I kid you not).
|Little Miss J and P NOT riding the waves as there was no wave action to be had|
The next morning, people had obviously complained to the owner of the campsite as she had asked them to leave. At one point, three lads came over and actually apologised for the all the rumpus that they'd caused. I looked at them rather sternly and said "Well it was a bit loud." (I like the way that both Mr J and P and me said "a bit" when what we really meant was "ear splittingly"). As they scuttled off to apologise to our neighbours, I found myself saying "Good music though". Mr J and P did not find that very funny. He should think calming thoughts of patchwork fancies if you ask me.
|Some old biddy on a bike wearing the most hideous anorak in creation|
|A poor, exhausted child after miles of bike riding|
|Little Miss J and P up a pole|
|Little Miss J and P with a blue tongue|
Talking of calming thoughts. We once had a yoga teacher (German, eccentric, very touchy-feely) who used to pair us up and get us to massage each other. Not so calming for us *cough* shy and retiring types. I mean. Massaging complete strangers. Not my thing. Fortunately, I always paired myself up with Mr J and P. Anyway, her brilliant catchphrase was "Sink...Sag.....Sigh." I love it!
Where was I? Aaah yes. I must thank some fellow bloggers who, some time ago now, sent me parcels of sheer joy.
Look what the lovely Scarlett sent me:
|The beautiful blue felted brooch was made by her own fair hands|
OMG. It's a flask to add to my ridiculously large collection:
The amazing Kylie sent me this parcel of wondrous items all the way from Australia:
I love this crocheted bag (a much deeper blue in real life) and its boomerang like handles:
The beautiful Amanda sent me this gorgeous purse which I love love love:
And look what Amanda's hubbie, Spencer, made:
The most gorgeous candles and they smell divine too.
Aren't bloggers (and their hubbies) great?
I'm off out tonight to meet up with a friend that I bumped into last week after 18 years. And do you know the odd thing is she actually lives about a mile away from me!
Have a good one. xx