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I'm about to go a very long way and I'm getting so excited I can't tell you. Charlie's been home in New Zealand for a few weeks now. As I think I wrote previously, he had been invited for two weddings of close friends, seven weeks apart from one another. So he's been there for a month and on Thursday I'm heading out to join him. At first, time moved very slowly. Now it's rushing by to the minute I'll be jumping on the plane.
What is so strange, after our wonderful, whirlwind relationship, is that it is only now that I'm about to meet all my new relatives on the other side of the world. I'm getting the feeling my right hand is going to be rather crushed in three week's time. I somehow suspect that the New Zealand farmers are going to have rather firm handshakes. And I'm going to be shaking a lot of hands. Continue reading
I haven't felt like moving very far this weekend. And I haven't moved very far at all. I walked down for tea with my landlord yesterday, and across the road for a delicious supper with our neighbours Jim and Nic last night, and across the garden to church this morning. And that was that - no more, no less.
A good thing. Last week was hectic... three long days in Oxfordshire, County Durham and Norfolk in quick succession, each with an earlier start than the day before. It was a weary me that drove down to Dorset late on Friday night, chatting on the phone to Charlie (who was already in Saturday morning) to keep myself awake. I arrived at the Parsonage by the light of a bright moon and fell into bed.
The rest of the country, as far as I could tell, was enjoying warm spring sunshine all weekend, but a thick coastal fog lingered in Dorset. I sometimes find that I'm frustrated if I'm in London pouring with rain knowing that the sun is shining in the West Country, or vice versa. But this weekend, the gentle grey light suited my mood perfectly.
This was this morning, looking out of the dining room window.
Charlie's away. He's in New Zealand (as some of you may have already guessed. Did you work out that Charlie wasn't around last weekend?). He has two weddings of friends to go to... well, one has already been, and the next is in five weeks' time. You can't go all that way and back and out again, in seven weeks, unless you're mad, so we decided he better stay there. And most exciting of all, in less than three weeks now, I'm off as well.
To be honest, I can't wait. Time's going rather slowly just now.
But what he really wanted to know about this evening is how his garlic plants are coming along.
Not too badly, I thought. In fact the veg garden on top of our roof, which I think it is now truthful to call Charlie's veg garden, is doing quite nicely all round just at the moment. It feels like spring might be on its way, didn't you think, in today's beautiful sunshine? Continue reading
It was springtime at Columbia Road.
(that's a little photo from my instagram posts. If you are not familiar with Instagram, may I just tell you how addictive, and fun, it is? Like looking at everyone's visual diary; and unlike anywhere else I've encountered on the internet...with the possible exception of the comments section of this blog... entirely without malice).
Here's Carl Grover, his usual cheery self. Carl only sells "Top Quality" flowers. We sometimes tease him about the inverted commas. Are they really Top Quality, or just "Top Quality"? Well, I'd say the former. You can read all about Carl on The gentle author's post over at Spitalfields Life, here...