Always lovely to be home……

I adore Keswick, my paradise, but I love arriving back home and feel the same sense of relief and comfort as I do when I arrive at Keswick.

After all the activity while we were away, I could sense on the journey home that my head was starting to shut down. I knew the next 24 hours would be tough, just like yesterdays blog. Busy days are often followed by bad days 🙄

Before I go away, I always clean, change my linen, so I come back to a nice fresh, inviting house; always have done. Unlocking the door to a welcome and sleeping in clean linen, can’t beat it….

I awoke in my own bed, my head feeling full and heavy.  It took me a few minutes to come round and work out where I was, but once I saw I was home I was relieved. I felt with it enough to go for an early morning walk, hoping that would help clear my head. I’d missed my village trundles. Stepping out of my door, I immediately spied my summer bulbs were in flower

I’m amazed I allowed these in my garden as they’re Sicilian Honey Garlic – I hate garlic with a passion……but they don’t have the pungent odour I hate so much, so they’re allowed. Or maybe I just didn’t take notice of their name when I bought them 🤣

Bizarrely it felt strange walking down my familiar street, as though I’d been away for months instead of days, but my foggy head might have had something to do with that as well 🤐…

The pond was my first destination. The instant calm it brings; checking all is right. The amigos flew straight towards me and landed on the fence 😂

After apologising for my absence I notice some new arrivals, another batch of Moorhens….Peter the duck man, called me over. He through the food to entice them all out in the open, giving me the perfect view for a piccie.

And another mum sat on a nest so maybe more to arrive

We also had a new Mandarin which must have flown in while I was away. So brightly coloured

Crossing the road towards Simon, the pond mans house…or is it Steve….🤔…always get them muddled 🙄..I noticed he had some beautiful salmon pink poppies

Seems to have been a good year for oriental poppies. I love seeing their pods, perfectly shaped, hiding away the folded loveliness of the flower and then gently opening revealing the colour beneath and perfectly packaged…

Though the houses and along the back lane. I never get fed up of taking this view and today it seemed particularly welcome

Left into the gallops, the peace and stillness of the field just what my head needed. I was walking on automatic; my legs leading the way, my body following and my brain some way behind, or maybe not there at all.

Reaching Halfpenny cottage, a lady on a bike approached and started to slow down.

Thank you for all your photos, especially during lockdown as they brightened my day”

Such kindness to think those thoughts and even more kindness to stop and speak them. Little did she know how much I needed kind words today….

As if on queue, a Goldfinch flew down in front of me

Then I noticed red roses in the garden of the empty cottage

My head getting heavier, I needed to be home….I seemed to have been lost in my determination to get home as I didn’t have any more photos until Ginger biscuit in the field of buttercups

And the final one, a squirrel simply looking, watching and waiting

Bit like me, waiting for the fog to clear…..but at least I’d managed a trundle….

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.

15 thoughts on “Always lovely to be home……

  1. Reading your blog has been a part of my mornings for a long time, Wendy. I appreciate being able to bear witness to your journey. Blessings of good cheer be yours, especially on the funky days!🌻Deb from Brookfield, Wisconsin in the United States

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  2. Despite not feeling at your best I think you excelled yourself today Wendy – or nature just decided to give you a brighter display than usual. Fabulous. Hope you feel better tomorrow – and thank you.

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  3. Sorry not such a good day today Wendy 😞
    Your photos on the trundle are great. So enjoy them. Thank you. Here’s to a brighter day tomorrow.

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  4. Just like Deb in Wisconsin, your blogs have long been part of my mornings here in New Zealand. Thank you for all the beautiful photographs and all you do to further understanding of what it is like to live with dementia.

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