Tag Archives: Beachville
The F word
Don’t get me wrong; I’m happy here. I love Beachbumpkinsville, I love my house, I love Himself, but there are a couple of really tricky things I discovered when you move away from a place that’s been home for over … Continue reading
Snowy bits and pieces
‘It never snows in Beachville’, Himself informed me. This was Monday night: ‘Well, not very much at all’, He said. And Tuesday morning the penguins started to disappear: But Norman loved it (Really. He bounced around like a puppy ): … Continue reading
Sometimes…
Sometimes, even when it’s cold and wet you have to trust that going to the beach will still be fun, because you’re with Sister 1 and Little Pea: …even if you did have a tummy ache and Mummy and Auntie … Continue reading
Paintings and plates
I don’t think I’ve ever used this blog to recommend anything or anyone – it doesnt really fit with the aim of spreading smiles, but two people have sent smiles my way recently and I think you might be interested….so, … Continue reading
Christmas and coldness and frost bites
I have snow (on the blog. Not in Beachville. And actually, the snow is only on some formats – possibly just desktops, but you know. Snow is snow, and I kind of have some, somewhere). And that must mean it’s … Continue reading
Accidental exhibitionism
You know when you decide to go for a run first thing to deliver an important letter by hand because it will get there faster, only it’s dark so you borrow a fluorescent running top from Himself’s drawer? And you … Continue reading
Trying REALLY hard to relax. And failing.
Before I moved to Beachville I’d been yoga-ing every week for a good few years. I’m not sure if it was the actual yoga, my ridiculously patient teacher or some of the people in the class who became really good … Continue reading
Little Wisp smiles
I’m one of those people who isn’t good with change. So moving to Beachville was a big thing for me. Don’t get me wrong. I love the place, the fact that you don’t have to look too hard for something … Continue reading
A bit more photography homework
I’m not becoming camera obsessed, but I’m afraid this is another post about photographs. Because on Sunday we got up at 5.30am – yes, AM. On a Sunday – and went to the beach to take photos. We’ve been taught … Continue reading
Not taking the biscuit. Or the cupcake. (Surprisingly)
A few weeks ago I met Maureen and Margaret over the garden fence. They invited me to the Macmillan coffee morning they were planning at the supported living residence up the road. That day was today. Not being one to … Continue reading
the pog blog 