Don’t you just love it when a weekend comes together and total joy peeps out from the day to day normality?
I went to visit my lovely friend Carey this weekend. She has recently moved to the most gorgeous little log cabin in the woods. A treasure of a place in the most heartbreakingly beautiful surroundings.
A walk by the lake makes you feel as if you have stepped into a painting. The light flickers over the still, calm water and life and reflections become a topsy turvy world where reality isn’t really there at all.
Some people find the perfect house that is ‘just them’ in every way. This place is Carey, from the cosiness and artistry to the overblown flowers, laid back relaxation, breath snatching scenery and just downright ‘rightness’.
I feel envy but at the same time I feel joy in knowing that such wondrous places really do exist, they are achievable and this makes my own dreams more real in my own heart.
Why would anyone ever want to stay in a guest bedroom when they can have their very own mini cabin in the garden. This was my accommodation and I adored it, who wouldn’t.
I even had a rather nice companion in the form of the lovely Lucy who was determined to patrol both the cabin and the chic shed all through the night. This has to be one of the most human hounds I have ever met. She looks at you with eyes that speak volumes and you wonder what she thinks. Then she grabs a squeaky toy and drives you batty and all paranoia that she may be some mystic creature dissolves in strange squawks and squeals as she determines to get your attention to throw the damn thing over and over. Definitely my favourite dog of all time.
Sunshine and flowers. Big and small, wild blooms and tiny grasses. Sitting on the deck with wine in hand this was a weekend of sheer enjoyment. Good food, good wine and great chat.
Like my friends Ann and Martin in France, Carey and I pick up where we left off last time we met. There is so much to catch up on. So many silly jokes to laugh over and oh so many lines to quote from our favourite daft tv shows.
This to me is what friendship is all about.
Sunday morning found us nursing hangovers and heading for an antique and bric-a-brac fair, car boot sale and Sunday market. A good walk in the sunshine and some serious calories soon brought us back to life.
A few bargains added to the fun of the day and a huge tray of golden plums for only £1 just had to be the icing on the cake.
Today I get creative with the plums. I see jam, vinegar, chutney and maybe even some icecream………
Thank you Carey for a lovely weekend.