Drifting...

I have been finding myself unusually unfocused where the business is concerned this holiday; I suppose having the children at home has changed the tenor of things and the days drift by in a hap-hazard manner which I am happy to sail along with, never really liking the necessary routines that term time brings anyway. The trouble is much as I like drifting I become increasingly lethargic until it is almost too much effort to pop the kettle on for a cuppa, heaven forbid! The awful weather has not helped as Pipany and wet weather seem not to go together as the best of friends - a little ironic really as I live in a particularly rain-ridden county.





The drier spells have seen us heading off to places such as the fishing village of Coverack where a thriving artists' community congregates for regular exhibitions. Yet again my camera died and I had forgotten to bring spare batteries, so no pictures of the deep blue sea full of bobbing fishing trawlers, just this ...





and this picture of the highly gothic building on the highly gothic and lifeless shores of Porthallow, a quarried beach close to the rocks offshore known as the Manacles where ships are wrecked and bodies sleep the longest sleep of all.





Business-wise I am working on my Christmas designs - yes, that's what I said, Christmas. I would apologise for mentioning it, but if I have to do it then you can join in can't you? It hasn't been as hard as I though what with the low light levels and rain - did I mention we have had a LOT of rain? - but even so I have been slow to come up with ideas, the lethargy freezing any creativity until dear Dave took me in hand by telling me to get off my butt! It is just what I needed (lucky for him!), so yesterday saw us racing to the beach before the sun disappeared again. Just llok at the beautiful sight that greeted us:





It is Falmouth Week and the town is full of stalls and events, a large marquee playing host to various nights of partying which all ages enjoy. The harbour is packed with sailing vessels of all descriptions from tiny rowing boats to the romantic square-riggers; just imagine how wonderful it must have looked when ships such as these sailed around the headland every day...





And so there I sat surrounded by shells and pebbles and soft, soft sand with the sunlight sparkling on the water like so many dancing fairies, the ships' sails filling and billowing as they raced against each other with such magical grace while I drew in my notebook the ideas to be transformed into Christmas decorations.... not quite so easy after all.





Bye for now xx