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Running Errands with T

As most of you know (especially if you’ve been following my blog for some time now), we live in a small village by the sea.  Our house is located on the top, near the headland.  Most shops, apart from the garage is located down in the village.  To run some errands, like going to the post office, we have to walk all the way down to do it.  It’s an easy walk, but going back up is a different story.

I had to run some errands a few weeks ago and since it was a weekend, little T of course came down with me.

We never go down in the village without having a little mooch in the many tourist shops around, especially the National Trust shop.  And of course, all parents with little children will know how difficult it is for a little person to leave empty-handed without a melt-down.  To be fair though with T, she does accepts a “no”, but this time though, I gave in, especially since she’s been such a good girl lately.  And guess what she chose in the shop?  A gymnastics ribbon stick.  Surprise, surprise.

Let me share with you some photos of our little village and the coastal path:

The Harbour

I’ve probably photographed this harbour more than a dozen times.  I love it here, especially when it is low tide and little T and her friends can have a little play in the sand.  These harbour wall were actually built-in 1584!  Imagine that.

Little T was lucky, it was low tide that day, so she was able to play a bit in the water, especially since she was wearing her wellies.  After a few splashes, we were ready to head back home, but this time decided to walk by the coastline, forgetting that the tourist season has come, which meant that we met so many of them walking up and down the coastline.

At one point, we decided to wait and sit by the bench to let a big group through:

As soon as they were gone or at least have walked far enough, we decided to get on going too.

But then got stuck again, behind a large group, thank goodness for benches found on the side of the path.

When the coast was clear, we decided to make our way back home again.

This time we turned left on a path which tourist normally don’t go to.  Here little T was able to play with her ribbon stick.

Which she did, all the way back home.

Do you run errands with your little ones?

P is for Paris

The Eiffel tower, probably one of the most photographed structure in the world.

Our Paris adventure was a chaotic one.  If you’re thinking of visiting and value your sanity, especially when travelling with a little one, don’t visit during the peak season.  It’s just pure utter madness.

I remember talking to the teenage daughter of the lovely Irish woman we met at the camp, who also travelled with us on the same bus to Paris, she said, “I didn’t think Paris would be like that!  Somehow I imagined that it would be different”  I interrupted her and said “You mean like in the movies?”  She immediately agreed.  I said I think we’ve all seen too many romantic love stories set in Paris.  Nevertheless, it is still a beautiful city and certainly worth visiting … just not in the tourist season…  More on our Parisian adventure later.

P is for Paris.

Linking-up with PODcast’s #Alphabetphotographyproject.

 

Turning into a Tourist

The tourist season has begun.  Our sleepy little seaside village awakens and teems with life.  You’ll see them everywhere – ramblers, weekenders, second-home owners, tourists from all over.  And the good thing about this, is that we too have visitors and that means, we too turn into tourists, and no matter how much you’ve seen and been around the place where you live, you look at your surroundings through a different eye – as if you’re seeing it for the very first time again.

Now let me take you around with us, especially if you’ve been following my blog, you might just recognise some of the scenes I’ve photographed more than a dozen of times over the changing of the seasons.

The Coast Guard’s Hut

This is a short walk from our house and where we take Doc for most of his walks.  On a clear and sunshiny day, it looks like this.  In the winter, it’s all grey, but still beautiful nonetheless.  If you go all the way up, you’ll have a fantastic view of the sea and other cliff tops.  But not today folks.  This time, we ramble on!

Horses

Some days you’ll find horses grazing on the foot of the coast-guard’s hut.  Every time I see horses in open air like this, I am reminded of that video from the song “Foolish Games” by Jewel.  (Upsound music).

The Blowhole

Luckily it was low-tide and you could see the blowhole in all its glory.  The only problem with this though is that you won’t see the dramatic swishing of the waves against the rocks and hear the tremendous sound of the water going in the hole and being dramatically expelled or more like belched out of the hole in a thunderous roar.  When it is raining, the scene is often times sinister, like you expect something bad or mysterious to happen.

The Harbour

Like all harbours, tourists like to conglomerate here whether they are having a picnic, sunbathing or just enjoying the views and lovely sunshine.  And when the tourist season is over, this becomes an empty place.

The View from the other-side

In the low-tide as seen above, the place becomes like a mini-beach for little T and her best-friend F.  In the summer, we take them down here for a little play.  See this post for some photos.

On top of the hill

Since we were with a friend who was visiting, we took him all the way up on the hill.  A couple clearly had the best seat, although since I’m a bit scared of heights, I don’t think I’d be able to sit there.

Seal Sighting

If you’re lucky, you might just be able to see a seal bobbing up and down.  Yes, that tiny little dot is indeed a seal.  And if you’re really, really lucky, you might even spy a dolphin!

The Waterfall

At the moment, it is just a mere trickle.  The amazing thing about where we live is that you don’t only get lovely views and walks along the coastline, it’s not just all about the sea.  But you’ll also find waterfalls big and small along the way.

And of course, the cows.

And if you meet an over-excitable dog running around like a loony, stop and call him “Doc”.  But be warned, if you do this, be prepared to be slobbered all over with licks and excitable little jumps.

And here he is slumped over a sea of daisies, exhausted from all that running around. Actually, at this point, I was also so tempted to lie next to him as I am the most un-excercised woman on the planet.  I was huffing and puffing all the way down the valley and up the hills.  I am ashamed of myself.

And then lo and behold, the end was near.  Our destination was actually just a few steps away and not a dot on the horizon – The Farm Shop.

You know you’re absolutely in the vicinity of the Farm Shop when you see this miniature horse.

Heaven is eating a slice of cake and a cup of tea after a long and meandering walk by the coastline, before being jolted back to reality …  of having to walk back into the village and do it all over again.

But then if it means walking through this post-card looking cottage – then it isn’t so bad at all.

By this time, it was way past 3pm – time to pick up the little one from play-school.  “What took you so long mummy, daddy and Uncle T?  We didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth.  That we went on an adventure without her, stopped in the Farm shop and the pub, before heading back to pick her up.

To make up for that, we took her to the pub and sat in the garden.  After all, that’s what tourists do 😉

This post is linked-up with PODcast’s #WhatsTheStory.

 

Did you go away somewhere lovely for the Spring break?

Brighton – Here we come!

We’re going on a trip to visit a close friend. Woohoo! I’m really looking forward to driving off later as if it were a trip abroad. He lives near Brighton, where I’ve never been. Apparently, the place has been popular with tourists, especially Londoners ever since the railways opened there sometime in 1841. My friend tells me it’s very bohemian and arty.  I intend to be a full-pledged  tourist next week.  Yes, I’ll be that annoying woman who stops in every corner, bumping into people all because she wants to take a picture of something.

I want to see the West Pier that is the only pier in England which is Grad 1 listed (meaning, very old), before the rest of it crumbles to dust or is swallowed up by the sea, like what happened in 2002 (a section of the pier collapsed).  I know it’s still off-limits, but it would be nice to be able to take a picture of it.

Picture credit here.

I also want to go to the Brighton Marine Palace pier, I hear it has a fun fair, restaurants and those annoying loud arcade halls.  I’m sure T will also love it.

Picture credit here.

And since I want to do the tourist round, it won’t be complete without stopping by the Brighton Royal Pavilion, though admittedly, I’m not really sure that’s a good idea with a two-year-old in tow.  But you’ll never know…

Photo credit here.

And then maybe ending the day with a relaxing moment on the beach, preferably eating fish and chips or ice-cream.  T will of course will be covered in sand or will head straight for the water.

Picture credit here.

But of course, since this is England, everything depends on the weather.  I don’t like sight-seeing in the rain.  It’s not fun.  So let’s see how things go.  Hope everyone has a great week ahead of them too!  Now before we drive away, we’re off to attend a children’s party first.  Yes, T has a social life, which is nice, because her parents don’t have one.

The Tourist Season (among others)

The tourist season is here once again in our little corner of the world.  If you stand by the hill over-looking our little village, you’ll see them dotted all over…

It’s a bit magical really – suddenly our little village is teeming with life and if the weather is warm enough, you could sit outside, have a cup of tea/coffee or even a pint and people watch.  Only the ones who live here don’t do that – unless they have friends or family visiting and you are showing them around.  When this is all over, our village becomes like a ghost town once again… quiet.  It is actually also nice … comforting even.

They – the tourists, have been lucky.  Even though it is still cold, the days have been bright and sunny.  However, if the BBC five-day weather forecast is correct, those lovely days will be over next week.  We will have rain once again.  The good news is, it will be warmer.  It just goes to show that one can’t really have everything.  Why not?  Why can’t we have everything?

I’ve been carrying a heavy heart the past few weeks or so, or ever since I heard the news about a close relative who is fighting the biggest battle in her life, that dreaded C word.  From afar, I pester my cousins for updates, anything.  I’m like a starved person who would eat anything flung her way.  I keep vigil and when I don’t hear anything from my poor family, I go to my cousins twitter accounts to see if there’s anything posted there that would give me some news or even just clues.

Being away from family is difficult especially at a time like this.  For people who are not in their home-countries, that other dreaded word is – homesickness.  To me it sometimes feels like an illness.   A disease you ignore in the hope that it would go away, or for some miracle, totally disappear.  But at the back of your head, you know it is there and ready to take its grasp on your neck and when it takes hold of you, you cannot breathe and actually feel a physical pain in your heart.  Like any disease, it can and will eat you away.

Like a mantra, I whisper, home is where my husband and daughter is it doesn’t matter where we are, as long as the three of us are together.  But the thing is, it does matter to me, it does matter A LOT.  I miss my family and my beautiful country, the chaos, the heat, everything that makes it mine.

And since hearing about my aunt, I keep thinking oh no, not again.  While being away from family, I have already lost an uncle.  Though death isn’t always easy to accept especially if you are close to that person, it was sort of easy to let him go, because this uncle was always gone.  He had adventures far and wide and I can say to myself that he is just off to one of his adventures.  But this one is different, while she isn’t really a blood relative, she is the wife of another close uncle of mine.  And growing up I have countless memories of her there,   as I type this I can hear her voice in my head teasing me, talking to me, in one of our numerous Christmas festivities/summer vacations/family reunions etc.  Two nights ago, I tried imagining what it would be like without her.  I couldn’t.  I just could not picture in my head how things would be, family gatherings without her.  It just didn’t seem normal or natural.

And I worry about my cousins, though they are both adults now.  I worry about how they’d take it and most of all I worry about my uncle – my mother’s youngest brother.  He is more like an older brother to me than an uncle.  Once I was cleaning my room and he came in without me knowing, I jumped and said “You frightened me!”  He answered, “Oh Inge, I would never do that!”

I’m holding things together with very loose threads.  I feel any moment it might all come undone and I will lose it and be on the first plane out of here never to come back.  If only it were that easy, I have family here too and I’m not even talking about my husband and daughter (whom I will take with me wherever I go), I speak about my in-laws, my lovely in-laws who also mean the world to me.

Again, I ask the question- Why can’t we have everything?