Poor old girl’s lost her spark

Poor old Jesamine’s lost her spark. You’d think it would gradually fade away, perhaps with a gentle putter, like a candle’s wick burning to the end. Or she’d be slow to start, as if she needed to warm up her aching bones. It all sounds quite romantic. With just a little rest and the rightContinue reading “Poor old girl’s lost her spark”

Jesamine, Molly, and me

Happisburgh, Norfolk I went to Happisburgh simply because of the name. Intriguingly, it’s pronounced ‘Haze-bruh’ but I shall always pronounce it Happys-berg in my head. I stayed at Manor Caravan Park for two nights which was lovely. I had a view of the Grade I Listed church and the lighthouse, and the sea was justContinue reading “Jesamine, Molly, and me”

Jesamine, Molly, and me

Mersea Island, Essex After a night of insomnia I finally got up at 3.45am yesterday. The weather forecast was for rain and thunderstorms all day but I decided, on the spur of the moment, to take Jesamine and Molly to Mersea Island – just 40 minutes away. Now, I have spent a lifetime planning andContinue reading “Jesamine, Molly, and me”

Batcombe Vale, Somerset

Jesamine, Jilly and me My travels are supposed to be about exploring the coastline of the British Isles but lockdown has put that on hold for a while. Lots of people are flocking to the coast and so Jilly (a friend I made in Shetland, who actually lives in Cornwall) and I decided to meetContinue reading “Batcombe Vale, Somerset”

Jesamine, Molly, and me

Summer Solstice Although I’m not a fan of summer, the summer solstice – the turning from spring to summer – has always awakened something akin to spiritual within me. Ten years ago, Lovely Hubby and I went to Stonehenge. The weather was cloudy and the sun was not expected to show; we didn’t see aContinue reading “Jesamine, Molly, and me”

Jesamine, Molly, and me

Manningtree, Essex A couple of weeks ago I ventured out. It was just Jesamine, Molly and me. I’d done a bit of research (as I’m a perennial planner) and found a car park on the banks of the river Stour in Dedham – Constable country. I haven’t been to Dedham for a long, long timeContinue reading “Jesamine, Molly, and me”