As soon as I saw the exhibition advertised I had to go. My companion today was my wonderful ex colleague Bev!
The weather forecast was mixed, but we dodged the rain and made our way to KP. There was a queue, as would be expected and we sauntered round the King’s and Queen’s apartments before reaching the Diana exhibition. Does my bum look big in this?
There is still such an interest in the iconic Diana, her beauty, grace and style. As with all of us, a complex women, she had her faults but did great good, broke down barriers and cut swathes through taboos!
Diana and I were born three days apart and I followed her life as she blossomed from the shy, gauche teenager into the beautiful, purposeful woman.
How would she have aged? What would her hairstyle be? Would she have married again? Would she have had more children?
No doubt she would have loved Catherine, loved the Wedding, and adored her grandchildren, both at their Aunt Pippa’s wedding today!
She lived for her boys and gave them the human touch that will shape their lives and loves. She would be immensely proud of them both. 💕
We walked through the shop and emerged to darker skies, we sauntered round the edges of the white garden.
The heavens opened and we took shelter but decided to make a dash to a nearby restaurant. We enjoyed some fizz, food and an impromptu visit from Bev’s brother Paul. We laughed, reminisced and spoke of our travel plans over the coming months.
Via different means we both are aware that we are in charge of our happiness, something that comes from within, not found in money. We are so proud of our children, all making their way, happy to celebrate their achievements, success and happiness.
A quick change at Tower Hill and cloudy skies with a walk to Fenchurch street, where we caught a train home.
After a night in a warm room we were woken at 8:32 this morning. This left little time for showers etc and as it was miserable outside, we made our way to breakfast, which was again, very good!
A meander through the streets of Bakewell meant buying cheese, beer and treats for home!
We returned to the hotel, packed and we were on our way.
The scenery we have seen on this trip has been so beautiful to behold, even in ☔️. There are so many more places to see, we have just skirted round and through them!
Our final stop just had to be a cake shop, Patisserie Valerie, at Cambridge services. One last hurrah for us both. Satiated, we carried on and Debbie dropped me off at home at 980 miles from when the journey began.
Joe was just leaving as we arrived, but a window tap and bibib attracted his attention to turn round. Hugs all round then Debbie left to get home too.
I unpacked, watered the garden and took some photos
This last week has been so good,so good,so good (sweet Caroline), I’ve been inclined …. to drink too much, eat far too much, and laugh (you can never laugh too much!). I am blessed with great family and friends and I am lucky to have the opportunity to do things like this, and the means too.
Wonderful memories made and also a wanderlust to visit more of our beautiful ‘green and pleasant land’
We travelled 102 miles to Harrogate and didn’t have to travel very far for breakfast. Just along the road we found Hoxton North: modern with a great vibe and fab food
Breakfast demolished we checked out, took a cheeky photo by a flash car, then we were off to Alnwick. Playlist was very 60’s, 70’s with the Beatles featuring. So many memories, emotion never far from brimming over, but joyous too.
Alnwick Gardens were bathed in sunshine and we took advantage of as many photo opportunities as possible. The poison garden tour was well worth it, interesting and informative ( maniacal cackle, whilst rubbing hands)
A cuppa and cake was now needed, and we had some company!
We continued round the gardens and made our way to the treehouses.
Such a lovely place and the third visit in eight months!
Seahouses, not to see houses, but a fishing village on the coast. Not quite as expected but a bracing walk to the harbour certainly built up our appetite for fish and chips.
Replete, we walked back to ugiebrae where we are staying tonight. Comfortable twin room, with all required accoutrements!
The pleasure of beautiful surroundings, sunshine, and laughter is infinitesimal.
Tomorrow and the delights of Bamburgh, North Berwick and Murrayfield beckons 🏆🤗💕
Tonight I watched ‘Mind over marathon’, about 10 people who have mental health issues preparing to run the London Marathon.
I found it heart warming, emotional, inspiring as it shows how we can overcome things in life by feeling worthy, loved and how important it is to talk about these issues.
Struggle and stress are a part of life, for some more than others. Listening to William talk about the shock of the loss of his mother, still, nearly 20 years on, was truly touching. Rich, poor, old or young mental illness doesn’t discriminate.
The value of speaking to a family member, friend, professional, whoever it is, is irrelevant-it’s the talking that’s important. Listening too, if someone talks to you.
I have struggled on a few occasions with feelings of despair, lack of self worth and it is easy to spiral downwards. Most recently I realised that I was on that path again and with fantastic support from my doctor, family and friends I am climbing up the ladder rather than slithering down the snake. No doubt a throw of the dice can curtail that climb, but I know what to look out for, and perhaps I should take a leaf out of my Grandma’s book and just throw the board in the air and start again!
7 out if the 10 completed the marathon, their utter fatigue and joy tangible in equal measure: all felt they could take something to build on, and will be friends for life.
Truly remarkable people, I was momentarily tempted to run next year, but only fleetingly!