Aldeburgh on the Suffolk coast, pebble beach in black and tan and
skies of palest blue and silver-grey, the sea slip-liquid putty with
edging of crocheted lace, ever re-patterning itself. Regent Cottage
itself blood-orange brick, white paint and door matched to the sky.
Julia has rented it to allow us a family holiday close to but not
inconveniencing the family at Blacksmith’s Cottage - three small
children take up a surprising amount of space.And yesterday they came here to tea - up and down the narrow stairs, the youngest very perilously, not yet understanding gravity (which also threatened the safety of the floor-standing wine) but of course we had already cleared many of the too-intrusive, other person’s taste (and much too twee) ornaments out of the way, putting them on a high shelf above the stairs.
Tomorrow we go from here to theirs, for a full-on family Christmas
[A response to T10's prompt of 'ornaments on a shelf'']
Sounds wonderful, Sandra. This is going to sound strange, Sandra, but take good of yourself as I had a dream about you.
ReplyDeleteI meant *take good care of yourself
DeleteThanks Paula - and for the dream warning - odd isn't it how folk suddenly crop up in a dream?
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