Thursday, April 26, 2012


This boy is having a hard time of it just now.  I don't quite know how to help him and I'm putting this down to growing pains as he stretches once again in body and mind:  finding out who he is and wearing trainers that I can now borrow.

As Youngest Hobbit he has always been the comedian, the one I needn't worry about, the one who was a certainty in everything.  While his brother sailed emotional waves this boy kept calm with the occasional burst of fire.

Over the past week he has been tetchy, crying and taking offence at the slightest thing, distant one minute and super-huggy the next.  His brother meanwhile is the same old Eldest Hobbit, he has pretty much discovered his personality and we do have a rocky time with him sometimes - he just doesn't make life easy for himself when he goes in one of his strops but that is who he is and we love him for it.  For the majority of the time he is artistic, imaginative and articulate.  

So Eldest Hobbit and I will wait and see where Youngest goes next.  They have Cub camp this weekend, a whole weekend to myself!  Not that I'll do anything, this PVF has made me very boring.  That could be my new personality; boring, stick-at-home woman.  Let's hope, like the growing pains, it doesn't last.

P.S.  Through another blog I read I came across this P52 project far too late in the day to jump in and be involved.  But as I am always looking for challenges (see the 30 years Days fiasco and I was much better in the days of 26 Things) then I thought I'd take the titles and see where it went.  Who knows I might just catch up with them.  So I'll add the P52 tag as they are meant to inspire photos and we'll see where we get to, hopefully the originator doesn't mind me messing up her whole system.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Waggy Tail Days

Take one dog, add a little countryside and a dash of water.

Make that a big dash of water.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Such a Perfect Day

I'm glad I spent it with you...

During Easter we spent a beautiful day on the Isle of Cumbrae, visiting the town and, of course, the bay where my dad rests.  It has been three years now.

We discussed memorials, why people have them.  It was pointed out that my Dad, beloved Grandpa did not have one.  This was soon rectified.  I wonder if it will be there next year.

And then nature provided it's own heart shaped sign for us (spotted by Eldest after we'd spent some time sourcing perfect stones for the other one.)

I didn't feel or sense my Dad at the bay that strongly, this worried me.  Until I went to the town and there, near the Garrison, I could picture him walking - see it so clearly.  The time he forgot his glasses case and we had to search around, it was where he had left it on the Garrison wall.  

I know he can be at peace there, that his best memories involved the island.  No matter when we go I hope he remains where he was happiest.  At this point what others may believe or think is irrelevant -  I know he is there, I know he looks out for the boys and, importantly, they know too.

I would say until next year but if I could I'd love to go stay there for a week or so.  Like old times, take a bike out, ride around the island.  For the first time in a long while I relaxed, the stress and illness seemed to disappear for a day at least.

Sometimes I gladly suffer a few bad days if only to capture such moments as this.