G’day lovelies!
How you going out there Beach Cottagers?
Its me again, your local contact Down Under.
I know I don’t normally pop by here on Saturday but I had such a lovely morning today that I thought I would…and with Mr BC again in charge of the camera here we go…you see now I have taken on, for this here little piece of cyberspace, not just treasure hunting, painting, decorating, photgraphing, I now add to my hat modelling…haha
Today, after heavy rain yesterday arvo all sport was cancelled because of wet ground. If you are from Blighty, don’t even go there thinking about how on the side of a sports field you’ve stood ankle-high in not only mud, but freezing cold mud, with oh at least 5 layers on underneath your coat and about the only piece of you that can be seen is your eyes. I won’t even mention what it’s like when you arrive back at the car with mud-sodden, frost-bitten kids, and a mountain of mud-covered clothing to wash.
Nope it don’t work like that in this place we now call home baby…it rains…ya don’t play.
Soooo, this is b i g for us… no sport means one simple thing in Beach Cottage Land…free time…coffee…strolling…R & R.
Mr Beach Cottage and I decided then that we would take ourselves into town to do little other than not much…it’s been a busy week for both of us and the recharge time couldn’t have come better and we did just that…sat for more than an hour at the wharf on the steps, watching the comings and goings with a coffee…strolled by the beach…went to the farmer’s market. We talked though, about doing many things with our free time…we scanned the garage sales, no ‘deceased estates’ and lots of ‘toys & clothes’ so no can do…we talked about going over the bridge to the Fleamarket but weren’t up to leaving the beaches…we talked about a walk on the head to look at the view but even that sounded like far too much effort.
We’ve always loved to stroll around and take it all in though…and look for the history stuff…even when I am the Beach Cottage Witch (& that would be quite often) and I am making up potions to banish him, we still can manage a walk…quite often we go out just before bed…and quite often I am in my jarmies and dressing gown (if you happen ’round here on a Saturday night and see a rather odd looking pommie in a white dressing down and UGGS, that would be me)
When we first met we lived in this tiny house in a not-very-nice town in South East England, a real ratty round the edges, grey little working class town, but as many towns of this ilk in England….absolutely brimming with history.
We had not at that stage been together for very long and had decided pretty quickly (well really it was me that wanted it) that we’d make it permanent and so we started planning our wedding (which was in a lovely English village in a barn-like church with a thatched roof) as we walked out every night.
The little house we were renting then was like a shoebox, designed by some architect with not much up-top I believe…brand new with nylon carpet and as often was the case in England a bath and no shower…we had not a stick of furniture, in fact here started my journey with paint…though back then it was for sure more a creamy antique paint I used to smarten up an old 1940′s wardrobe that we had inherited.
At that stage I was working in London, and every day took the train-ride from the suburbs into the city…Mr BC would pick me up from the station at night and we would toss a coin on what we had for dinner & if we would rent a video (remember those days of video and renting?). After that, most of the time wrapped up in warm coats we’d stroll out, along a very busy, very rough road to the town, look at the era of the buildings, search out interesting things and nose into the old houses and all the history that went with that.
We’d walk back home, past the train station and the sweet little corner shop…down the busy road, back to our shoebox, make a cup of tea, have a bath and settle down to bed…
And today on our walk around, with him taking photos, I thought about our journey and how we are still doing that same thing that we did just less than 20 years ago, a long long way away in a very very different place….I thought about how we walked and talked when we were young and wet behind the ears
…before our honeymoon baby came along and made us 3
before we struggled through lots of the cr*pola that life has thrown at us…
before we decided that it’s just you and me baby
…and what we both wanted was a new life by the sea.
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