The mad swans of Woodhorn. Feed them, or else they hurt you.They come closer than any swans I have ever before seen. I was almost scared. I was scared. The only brief moments of safety were when they were descending on the food. Imagine my concern when TL threw some of the food ONTO me. (she says it was accidental..)
Left:Will we spend this winter and many more gazing at this lovely fire?
Right: The unspoiled beauty of the sea round here. How fortunate we are to be in SE Northumberland.
Left: It looks like they're making fun of me, doesn't it? Yet I asked for the bunny ears. What does that tell you?
Right: Late afternoon beach sun. It felt powerful to be this tall. Then I realised that this was how tall I needed to be in order not to be fat at my current weight. Maybe taller.
Then Jason popped round with his new camera lens enthusiastically strapped to the front of his camera.
Amidst the cheery guffaws which mark our meetings he exposed this - and me, (maybe) inadvertently. Am I really that tightly wound? This is me, now, in my long hoped of place of abode - surely I should do better than this? I look into my own eyes and want to shout - Oi, Lighten up you big oaf!
Funny things, emotions. I can see all of this is going to take some time. Deep down I know it, yet I almost had myself fooled for a while: Moving house doesn't change anything, except location.
I do believe that I have picked a most delightful place in which to work through my issues. I know I won't get there fully, no-one ever does, but I remain convinced that this is the right place for me to tread my next steps.
Lighten up you big oaf. Next time you're happy I'll take another photo and you can blog about how glad you are. Incidentally, I heard that Channel 5 are going to do a lifestyle programme for Gypsies (shout at them for being un-PC not me) called Location, Location,Location, Location,Location, Location,Location, Location,Location, Location,Location, Location,Location, Location,Location, Location. Will that make you feel better?
Posted by: Jason | September 16, 2006 at 10:15 AM
Yes, Jason. Thank you. I feels loads better now.
Excellent. Now, where was that knife?
Posted by: Andy Curtis | September 16, 2006 at 10:40 AM
Top drawer, right-hand side.
Posted by: Liz Curtis | September 16, 2006 at 12:06 PM
Perhaps, now, folks, you see why I am so scared.
Posted by: Andy Curtis | September 16, 2006 at 12:18 PM
Ahh, but do you know where the fork is...mmmm or the spoon..mmmm....
Bet your really scared now.
Posted by: Rebecca | September 16, 2006 at 10:29 PM
Yes, Rebecca, but for a totally different reason. And, frankly, more centered around you.
Posted by: Andy Curtis | September 17, 2006 at 09:34 AM