In which my ambition knows no bounds
And I attempt to paint in the style of Claude Lorrain:
This is Cirdan and Lalwen in Hithlum. Because if there's one thing better than an obscure Tolkien character in an obscure Tolkien location, it's TWO of them!!!
The hot weather is over and although the sun is shining, the shadows are long, blue and starting to look just a little autumnal, and it's much more pleasant out now. I did a longish walk with Rosie this morning, down to Latchley and all around the lanes. The squirrels seem to have had most of the hazelnuts now, but it is an excellent blackberry-picking year, and I keep meaning to take a tub out with me so I can bring some home rather than just scrobbling them from the hedgerows and eating them there and then. I may even get my act together and pick some rowan berries, for rowan jelly, too.
Went over and visited my mother, who is... well, sort of resting, anyway, and looks much better. Pudding the cat has gone from reluctantly friendly (which happened briefly while my Mum was in hospital) back to WHO THE HELL ARE YOU. Mum is still taking 'old ladies' to the shops in her car and working at the charity shop. But she did cancel a long drive up to North Devon to meet a friend for lunch and opted to take it easy instead, which I suppose is good.
This is Cirdan and Lalwen in Hithlum. Because if there's one thing better than an obscure Tolkien character in an obscure Tolkien location, it's TWO of them!!!
The hot weather is over and although the sun is shining, the shadows are long, blue and starting to look just a little autumnal, and it's much more pleasant out now. I did a longish walk with Rosie this morning, down to Latchley and all around the lanes. The squirrels seem to have had most of the hazelnuts now, but it is an excellent blackberry-picking year, and I keep meaning to take a tub out with me so I can bring some home rather than just scrobbling them from the hedgerows and eating them there and then. I may even get my act together and pick some rowan berries, for rowan jelly, too.
Went over and visited my mother, who is... well, sort of resting, anyway, and looks much better. Pudding the cat has gone from reluctantly friendly (which happened briefly while my Mum was in hospital) back to WHO THE HELL ARE YOU. Mum is still taking 'old ladies' to the shops in her car and working at the charity shop. But she did cancel a long drive up to North Devon to meet a friend for lunch and opted to take it easy instead, which I suppose is good.