This week I’ve been …
Baking for a Hen Party for Slamseys Art. Garlands and Bunting. Tea and Scones. Mixing Slamseys Gin Cocktails. Wild flowers in jam jars. Lovely girls in summery dresses. All brought together in an old beamed barn. Very English. Very good to watch from behind the scenes.
Planning a wedding. Lifting my mother’s wedding veil from its wrapping of blue tissue paper for my daughter to try on. Wondering if it matters that there are holes in the veil that were made when it caught on a blackberry bush the last time it was worn nearly sixty years ago. Deciding that it matters not a bit. Wondering why I was so determined not to wear a veil on my wedding day.
Walking in the rain. Not a downpour when rain trickles down the back of your coat making cold rivers down your neck, but a mizzling rain that comes and goes. A damp day when sound is muffled and you become aware of noises close by. The slight squelch of every footstep. Raindrops splashing heavily on your coat as you walk under an oak tree. Water trickling from downpipes. Sometimes I walk just to work things out in my head or I walk with someone and we chat, chat, chat and when I get home I realise I haven’t noticed anything because my brain or my mouth was too busy. Not today.
Today’s walk was one to clear my head after a day in the office and to enjoy because, don’t you know, that the best, the very best month to be in England is May when everything is green and verdant and blossom and blooms abound?