A Village Weekend……

Here in the UK, it’s a Bank Holiday weekend. The schools have finished for half term and the weather was predicted to be fabulous for a change. The lockdown brought communities together and I’m hoping that the easing of lockdown won’t change that community feeling.

In the village a few things were happening, the first of which fell foul of the recent weather as the village cricket team were supposed to be at home on Saturday and had asked me to take photos. Everything was going well as the weekend approached. We’d had some heavy rain but they’d overcome the flooded pitch and manage to mow it making it look perfect for the job…..that was until Friday tea time, when the heavens opened once more and a deluge of rain undid all their good work..🙈 the pitch was flooded once more. We’ve had so much rain recently that the ground is just saturated with no space for more, so sadly that match was called off 🙄

However, the village Bowls club had advertised an open weekend for any villagers to have a go. I remember my uncle Wilf, who was very short, just like my dad, adoring bowls. He’d play all day every day if his wife had let him, so I decided I’d have a go instead of just taking photos….

Anyway, the day started off unexpectedly foggy 🙄, not the brilliant sunshine we’d been promised and which my app at the time said we were having 🙈…but it looked very peaceful so I decided to have an early morning walk. The air was so still, so calm and as I turned the corner into the Main Street, the sun was desparately trying to burn it away..

As I reached the pond, their was a lovely veil of mist

Even Terence the terrapin was unsure whether to surface, his head just popping out to test the temperature

The ducks were all gathering at the other end as the church bells had just chimed 8, so Steve would be out with their breakfast any minute

Up through the houses and along the back lane. You could feel the air starting to warm up, but the sun still had a way to go before the fog lifted

Passing Abbys sheep, all of them still sleepy and maybe just waking up, but Wally poked his head up to see who was passing

Turning left and down the long lane, you could sense the day would be a good one, the sun persistent and the odd chink of blue sky starting to appear, but still a while to go before the promised sunshiney day

Just halfway along the lane, I decided to head back home for my morning cuppa before the start of the bowls……Just as the Robin hopped down in front of me to say hello

After pottering around the house, the fog now lifted, I hung out all the washing before making my way to the Bowls Club.

I sat for a while watching to young lads having a go….sooo nice to see youngsters prepared to give it a try. Before long you could see they’d got the hang of it and cheers went up as one of them did a perfect shot 

One of Gemma and Stuarts neighbours, another Stuart,  then appeared with his children. I asked if I could join them for my attempt and after we all had a few naff shots we began to get the hang of it. A seasoned player explained what to do and with much patience guided us. He volunteered to take a piccie of me in action and I almost look as though I know what I’m doing 😂

Much laughter, much competitiveness and so much enjoyment followed. Stuart and his young son were naturals and again, so nice to see a youngster just giving it a go and not worrying about people watching him

As I left, Stuart and his son were still playing and looked like they’d be there for the duration having been hooked….

After lunch I went for another trundle as the sky was heavenly blue. Sooo nice not to have to wear a coat! It’s amazing how the sight and feel of the sun raises your spirits. Everyone I met looked so relaxed, so calm and content. Even the bullfinch on the top of the roof looked chilled

A lovely day, lets hope for more of the same tomorrow…..

So Sunday dawned. I’d started colouring some pebbles months ago. I’d had them left over from last year and had planned on a pebble trail over Easter, but had forgotten all about their existence, even though they were next to my bed 😳…why?…because they were in a bag and out of sight means they don’t exist 🙄, but one day I’d been curious as to the contents and was surprised to find half finished pebbles. So a few weeks later they were all finished

I posted on the village Facebook page that I’d hide them early Sunday morning, so that’s what I did…waking early to another grey misty morning, I went out before my cuppa and hid the pebbles. Another gloriously sunny day had been forecast but it had yet to arrive. There was a chill in the air as I made my way up towards the church…stopping off at the children’s meadow….

Only dog walkers about this early. Up around the churchyard, along the back lane to the playground

Finishing at the pond, where the ducks came quacking, thinking I had food in my bag and went away disappointed to wait for Simon (or is it Steve 🤔😂) to bring their breakfast and one final one at the shelter at the other end of the pond

As for today, Bank Holiday Monday, well I have the delight of a visit by Suki Chan, coming to record and film some more footage for our film about Consciousness. She has also promised to bring me some special green tea – when you pour hot water over it, a flower unfurls before your eyes…..can’t wait…

A busy wonderful weekend right on my doorstep…..

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with Young Onset Dementia. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

14 thoughts on “A Village Weekend……

  1. Sounds like a wonderful busy weekend for you, Wendy. Love those painted stones. One of my acquaintances has just posted a pic on Facebook of her own, which she has left in our park. We’re headed there this week for a picnic and plein air painting, so we’ll see how many we can find (leaving them there, of course). HE does the painting – I read and watch and listen. LOL

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  2. I love your post–the pebbles are wonderful, so are the other things you photographed. I have dementia too. I see that you are on the same panel as me on June 15th with Alzauthors. Looking forward to meeting you (sort of) face to face then.

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