A view of late summer. Riding on the Rudyard lake light railway train, along the length of the lake. I saw this sailing boat over the other side. Too far away and slightly misty to get a clear view. I love the romance of the scene. Its a long, thin lake. Sheltered by hills on either side. Actually a reservoir for the canal system. I don’t think it ever gets stormy on there. No tides, no rise and fall of water, unless there is a period of drought. A lovely, if busy, place to visit.
It’s out in the hills on a little side road, we have cycled there down steep gradients when I was a lot younger. One road to it is very narrow, with passing places. The other is on the far side of the town of Leek and means an extra twenty to thirty minutes travelling to get there.
One day I will take paints and a canvas to capture the views.
Another late night. Not getting to bed at a reasonable time…
They say early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.
So the opposite? Makes a woman unhealthy, poor and stupid?
I do know that people on late shifts suffer more mental health problems. Eating late at night is linked type two diabetes and heart problems. But when your partner used to work till 1 am and you were cooking the evening meal just after 1, it’s hard to get out of the habit. Then again sometimes I get up early so I only get five or six hours sleep. With that and medical issues it’s no wonder I’m prone to illness.
Currently I can hear the wind blowing and as our double glazed windows are not well sealed I can feel a bit of cold air from them. A draught. The rain was drumming on the roof a few minutes ago. My guilt at not having found our stray cat a home yet continues to gnaw at me. Maybe soon he will be in a new forever home.
So on the eve of Christmas I’m just getting organised to visit friends and relatives. Presents bought. Several cards not delivered as I’ve either missed the post or not been well enough to visit.
Oh well. It is what it is
Soon all the leaves will be gone. A big storm is due in overnight so I guess they will be torn from the trees. My hanging baskets still have a few flowers opening in them despite the minus temperatures we have had. The sky has been lovely in the last few mornings, with gentle hints of colour, rosy glows and golden hues.
Then it will be time to cur back and prune some of the trees. Tidying up a little bit, but not enough to harm where the birds sleep. Now dawn is getting later, after 7am. It means I get to see more of them. X
I’m sort of running out of ideas for the craft stall this weekend. So I’m painting variations on owls. A Christmas bauble with cat, and a frosty tree with faces in it. I’m not sure what my reasons behind them are? I am very tired so it might be phantoms from my dreams?!
Anyway, back to the mural in the morning, then more to do in the evening…. Yikes!
I couldn’t fit all my pictures onto the stall today, but I got most of them on, plus some prints.
I got up at 7.40 but dispite trying to be there at 8.30 it was after 9 before I got there….ice to scrape off the car and then slow traffic. I’m lucky it didn’t snow, it was forecast!
The village hall is an old school and we were in the main room. Lots of crafts and charity stalls. I won a few things in the raffle and tombola. We finished about two and then it was time to pack up and try and fit all my paintings in my boxes, that’s an art in itself.
They might not look like much yet, but I’ve just blocked in three small painting that I sketched out over the weekend. The middle one is of a cat curled up on an armchair. The chair will be covered in a holly pattern.the cat on the window ledge will have a blue and white vase next to it, and the pottery is an imagined view in the snow,
I’ve got a busy week so I might not be able to get online much. Also I’ve got toothache!