Nothing for days and then Three In A Row. Oh well, better make the most of it before Crimble Descends and we all go silent.
It was Gorgeous Weather here today, and, having spent most of yesterday sheltering from the rain indoors and feeling stale and claustrophobic as a result, we decided that some Brisk Sea Air was called for, and accordingly set off for Keyhaven, which is just the other side of Lymington, with all the kids in tow.
When we got there we realised the sunshine at home was not actually going to extend to Keyhaven where a Small Hurricane was blowing.
|A Traditional English Sea Picture, where the water is noted for its aquamarine blue, crystal clearness and above all its welcoming warmth. You can just about see the Needles on the Isle of Wight in the distance.|
L's favourite bit of Keyhaven is the strand of enormous boulders that have been placed on the beach to keep the sea at bay. The allure of dangerous bloody great big chunks of rocks with huge cracks in them to leap on, up, through and over is usually the only way to persuade him into the car. I fear broken legs every time, that or the necessity of calling out the fire brigade to pluck him from a crevasse. Here he is attempting to stay upright, which was particularly safe given all the above dangers...
Perhaps not surprisingly, we didn't loiter (great word) on the sea side and soon retreated to the more sheltered Salt Marsh. The tide was in and the seabirds were out, but the sea was much calmer here and the boats all looked peaceful moored....
Everything was going fine until Poppy tried to commit suicide by attempting to leap off my shoulder.... BTW- do you like my new hat? It was £4. Bargain! (although I probably should have tried knitting one for myself- that can be next year's project). And very warm. I think I shall wear it on Christmas Day along with the reindeer sweater with the Flashing Nose.
After a nice walk along the path through the marsh we went back to the car and drove to Lymington.J, now 18 and therefore Officially Able To Buy Alcohol, was desperate for us to go to a pub so she could buy the drinks (via the Bank of Dad) and flourish her 'I'm of an age' card at the bar person if she was challenged, so we went to The Ship on the seafront...
Now, those of you who know me well will be impressed (although, frankly, astonished is probably a more accurate word) to learn that I am eschewing alcohol until Christmas Eve and instead am Stocking Up On Water. In fact eschewing is perhaps slightly misleading- Cutting Down would be more honest. So I had coke. The boys had coke, M had beer, and we all had crisps.
This was Poppy's first Trip To A Pub and as such it was Important Training. Everyone fell immediately in love with her and she was picked up, cuddled, oooohed over and stroked more in ten minutes than I have been in my entire life...
|Poppy the Pub Dog|
I was Slightly Alarmed when I downloaded this duck picture, because it looked like the bird had a Ghostly Twin, but then I reasoned that that sort of thing only goes on with humans in Charles Dicken's Novels at Christmas Time (recorded last night), and I Calmed Down....
We strolled through the ancient cobbled streets and I kept expecting people dressed in Regency Costume to appear round the corner arm in arm disclaiming things like 'fa la la' and 'Oh! I am excessively diverted.'
What did happen in fact was that several people stopped us to ask whether Ted was Poppy's mother.
After the second time it happened I daren't look at Ted for fear of seeing his appalled expression.
I left explanations to an increasingly irate and uber protective-of-his-dog L, who, after explaining very clearly that Ted was male and a West Highland, and Poppy was a Jack Russell, hissed at me in a not-very-quiet-voice that either one of those would make the likelihood of Ted being Poppy's mother an interesting subject for debate.
We found a shop I thought was perfect for M....
And after all of that decided it was time to head home to harvest M's lovingly grown and long-tended Brussell Sprout.
Here is what the three plants yielded....
Which has reminded me that M's sister once knew someone called Russell Sprout (I'm being serious). And my folks had a neighbour in London years ago who was called Lydia Piano, and believe it or not my father also once worked with someone called John Thomas, and I knew a girl called Fanny Big.
I think we'll stop there.
Have a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS INDEED if I don't see you before, and THANK YOU ALL for being SO KIND and reading the blog. I hope you get as much of a giggle reading it as I do writing it.
I'll leave you with a (very) rare picture of me with Pops at Keyhaven this afternoon.