Proper cold

Pic of the week 28/11/21

After a very dry and warm autumn – which has seen pavements carpeted with crisp crunchy brown leaves – this week the temperature has plummeted and this weekend in particular has been proper cold.  Friday night we had gale force winds – which meant a poor nights sleep as I lay in bed wondering what that noise was and if the roof would still be there in the morning. (That noise was the shed doors banging – they blew open and at 3am in the morning I found myself outside in my pants securing them shut.) By Saturday afternoon the winds had abated a little, and it was clear day cold – almost cleansing cold, but cleansing in a scourging sort of way, as the cold whipped and flailed you clean. By this morning the wind was gone, but it was still cold on my run as I passed puddles of frozen water. The temperature has crept up a little as some cloud has come to act as a celestial duvet, but I think its set to be a cold week ahead.

(Sophie has just reported that its snowing in Reading. The north and east have had a fairly heavy dumping of snow. We’ve had none.)

On Friday Becky & Sophie went to London, meeting on the train and both wearing a mask voluntarily. Friday also saw the first reports of the new Omicron variant of the virus – said to be more transmissible than previous strains and, as of Tuesday it will be back to mandatory mask wearing on public transport and in shops. In school we will be back to mask wearing in communal spaces. Not sure how this will play out over the coming weeks.

Injury!

Pic of the week 21/11/21

On Wednesday I pinged a muscle.

I was doing the line for the U15 ISFA cup game and, about 5 mins in, set off at a sprint to follow play. I felt something “go” at the top of my left calf. I hobbled on and it seemed to get better, by then another quick turn of pace, and another stabbing pain. By the end of the game I could walk with a heavy limp, but I couldn’t run. It hurt.

Wednesday night is yoga night and I wasn’t sure if I should go or not, but I did go and I’m glad I did. You can tell when a stretch is  a good stretch or a bad stretch, and I pushed the former hard, and relaxed when I felt the latter. By the next day, my leg was much better (although it may just have been all my other muscles aching, post yoga, and masking the pain of my pulled muscle.)

On Saturday I refereed our U18 girls – I couldn’t run quickly, but ambled my way through 80 minutes, but it did tell me I shouldn’t run today, so I didn’t. Instead I swam, swimming 50 lengths. Wasn’t really looking forward to it as I walked down to the pool, but really enjoyed it once I was in. Come the Christmas holidays I must look to increase my swimming.  (I hope to be back running again next week)

Birthday Girl

Pic of the week 14/11/21

Today is Becky’s birthday, and we’ve spent a lovely day at home, the four of us.

Sophie came home on Thursday, feeling a little under the weather, but she had been due to meet Becky in Bristol to watch Heathers.  Sam (on Saturday) made his way to Bristol from Cardiff on the train and I drove to Bristol in the evening after my school commitments had finished.

We had a lovely meal in a Greek restaurant – the first time we had all been together since September – and then I drove us all home (dropping Sam off in Wells so he could met some friends, with me picking him up at midnight.)
Today has been a lazy family day (Becky had the day off work) and we enjoyed each others company over a lingering lunch, before I took Sophie to the station for her 4.25pm train back to Reading. Sam has decided to enjoy home comforts for a day longer, and is staying with us again tonight – the three of us enjoying a Chinese for tea – before getting the good old 376 back to Bristol, and then the train to Cardiff.

It has been lovely to have them back, and I hope Becky has had a wonderful weekend.

 

22 in 21

Pic of the week 7/11/21

Thursday was Sophie’s 22nd birthday and she had come home on Tuesday (reading week) so we were able to celebrate it with her. It was lovely to have her home for a few days and I think she enjoyed the luxury of home comforts (heating, good food, comfy bed, two domestic staff to wait on her every whim)

And Sam joined us via FaceTime;

I think he ended up a little jealous that he wasn’t home too, feasting on birthday cake and cream!

They do both seem to be enjoying their lives away from home, but it is nice that they do both still see home as home.  Sam looks tired – clearly enjoying student life, but probably in need of a good, long sleep!

Cardiff

Pic of the week 31/10/21

On Wednesday we went to Cardiff, travelling up mid-morning, staying overnight and returning on Thursday afternoon. It was lovely to see Sam – he is clearly thriving at uni, although I do worry that the only chemistry he is doing is turning beer into urine – and to also explore the city.

We (Becky & I) spent much of the afternoon wandering along the banks of the River Taff, it felt amazingly wild and rural yet in the heart of a major metropolis. The weather was still warm and the fast flowing water of the the river contrasted with the calm serenity of the trees, whose leaves were aflame with the colours of autumn. I was delighted to see a few Jays and a Cormorant with its wings spread for drying. Becky was delighted to spot a Kingfisher, but then became increasingly despondent as she was unable to get close enough to take a good picture.  Even a few years ago, I would have been surprised to hear that we headed off first thing (after we woke at 8!) to stalk the elusive bird, but with no success, but now it is the norm to seek out mother nature for a photo shoot at any time of the day.

After abandoning our birding, we had a bite of breakfast and headed into town for some shopping. If I do have to go shopping (and I accept that, on occasion, I will have to) Cardiff is not a bad place to do it.

We met Sam for lunch, then dropped him back at his halls and headed for home for an uneventful last few days of a very full half term holiday. Back to school tomorrow.

Majorca!

Pic of the week 24/10/21

So we are back from a few wonderful days in Majorca.

We flew out before even the sparrows were awake on Tuesday, leaving a dark, damp Bristol airport behind us, arrive two hours later to the glourious Majorcan sun and blue, blue Mediterranean skies.

We spent the late morning and afternoon wandering the city, eating pastries and drinking coffees before returning to the roof top terrace of our apartment so I could snooze in the sunshine!

The next day, we boarded a local bus and headed to Andratx, for market day – not too much to right home about, only a small market in a square, but we sat and enjoyed a coffee and zumo de naranja. I did feel I had stumbled into some of the language learning resources from the 80s & 90s that I have been using, as I listened to the stall holders try to sell their wares. I was very impressed with myself when I overheard the veg main explaining to a Spanish lady that the cabbages were the same price, whether big or small. I was pleased that, without really listening out for it, I was able to tune in and understand a real conversation in Spanish. (Before we left for Andratx, I had asked, and understood the answers, in Spanish, a couple of questions at the information desk.)

Then it was on to Port de Andratx – a very pretty port and one that harboured a lot of very expensive boats. We had an enjoyable walk around the harbour, before finding a tiny slither of beach, where we sat and soaked up the sun for a couple of hours, and I swam in the crystal clear warm sea.

We then walked round to the other side of the harbour for coffee, spotting an octopus – pulpo – swimming right where the sea met the harbour wall. A really quite impressive sight.

That evening we returned to Palma and, after eating, wandered around the ground of the Cathedral all lit up against the darkness. Very  peaceful and very beautiful.

The next day, we toured (on foot) the gardens and Cathedral grounds before walking along the sea front to Portixol where we enjoyed a leisurely, lingering lunch before walking back along the beach – with taking an obligatory dip.

And then it was Friday morning – time to get up, walk 10 minutes to the bus station, get the bus to the airport and fly home (circa 1 hour delay due to the airport being “busy”)

A wonderful few days away that felt longer. I enjoyed everything about it, Majorca is so close, yet offers so much, I am sure we will return before too long. I enjoyed practising my Spanish on native speakers – I think that they didn’t revert straight to English was a positive sign. I’m not giving up on my language learning, but I have achieved what I initially set out to do and be able to converse, albeit it falteringly, with the locals and no longer be that Brit abroad who expects everyone to speak English.

 

Covid scare, and return of the prodigal son

Pic of the week 17/10/21

With half term rapidly approaching, and a few days in Majorca on the horizon, my world was turned to turmoil on Thursday when I was “pinged” by NHS Track & Trace as a close contact.

This meant an evening trip to Shepton Mallet for a PCR test in the walk-through centre – all done in less than 10 mins – followed by a nervous 24 hours waiting for the result. I felt fine, no symptoms, and my lateral flow tests were showing negative, but a positive on the PCR would mean isolation for 10 days and no autumnal Majorcan sun.

Then, at 5.25pm on Friday came the text: negative, all clear! Majorca here we come.

And then on Saturday we had a fleeting visit from Sam. He had gone to Bristol on Friday as it was his friend “Smithy’s” birthday, so came home to us on Saturday evening, to enjoy a big roast, a hot shower and a long sleep. And then, this morning, I drove him back to Cardiff – was nice to see where he now calls home.  Was lovely to see him last night – albeit looking v v tired, but he seems v content with his new life.

Home Alone!

Pic of the week.

Its been a strange week in which Becky & I seem to have been like ships in the night, and have barely seen each other.

She works Monday nights, so I now have my little routine of Spanish with Daniel, followed by a swim (did 40 lengths this week) and then a jacket spud for my tea, with Becky returning gone 10pm, for a quick chat before bed.

On Tuesday she went to Cornwall to help her Dad sort her Grannie’s belongings, returning on Wednesday evening with a few bits and bobs. Thursday she was out (to Bristol, to see Edie Reader) before I got home (and I then went straight out to Somerton, to Dave Trevis’ 60th birthday)

So on Friday evening we got to see each other (and on Saturday evening I fell asleep in my chair) and then today she was at work!

What busy lives we lead.

(It is worth mentioning the wonderful weather we have had this week – warmth and sunshine, which has just made me look forward to our few days in Majorca all the more.)

(no) Gloves

Pic of the week 3/10/21

Well, like a switch, summer has ended and autumn has begun.

Last Sunday was a beautiful day, full of sunshine and warmth, but come Monday the rains came and the temperature has dropped – it now feels distinctly cold at times.

Yesterday- like a couple of days in the week – it absolutely pelted it down with rain but today dawned bright and clear and I was pleased that it was so as I set off on my run. I was (sensibly) wearing my long sleeved base layer top under my T-shirt, but a few Ks in I was beginning to regret not wearing gloves as my hands were staying stubbornly cold. By the end of my run they were fine – its hard to note when they stopped feeling cold, I reckon it was probably about the 5 K mark.  Anyway, it was a good run, I did 10K in pretty much 48 mins on the nose, and I do feel that I have my running mojo back.

In other news, it was haircut week this week – the pic is, of course, Becky’s “before” photo. I must admit, I always feel better when I’ve had my haircut. Its fine for about 3 weeks, but the fourth week before cutting it just feels heavy and shapeless.

Empty nesters

Pic of the week 26/9/21

So we are now  officially empty nesters!

Sophie went back to Reading a week and a half ago, and on Wednesday, Becky took Sam to Cardiff University.

Most importantly, they both seem to be happy, enjoying university life in their different ways and it is good that they are amongst youngsters of their own age.

So now it is just Becky & I rattling around at home together!

Yesterday (it being exeat) we went for a walk together in the morning, and in the afternoon I planted up a number (but not all!) of bulbs. The weather yesterday wasn’t as good as we’d hoped, although warm it was quite damp  and we even had some drizzle in the afternoon. Today has been a glourious day, full of sunshine and blue skies. I’ve spent most of it outside cutting back the brown tree, mowing the lawn and cutting back the sunflower heads (dry as a crisp – a job to be done today, as tomorrow the rains (and cold) come). Becky seems to have spent most of the day cleaning (I now have no-one else to blame any mess on!)

It does feel a little odd, it seems almost artificially quiet, but we’ll get used to it!