Saturday, April 04, 2009
Saturday activities and quirky Nymans on Wednesday.
This has been a day of several parts.
Common sense maybe should have prevailed at 6 o'clock this morning.
The weather forecast was not good, but it was not raining at that moment. So we got up.
As we drove to Ford there was drizzle which soon developed into rain.
Perhaps we ought to turn back, we thought.
But we continued on and joined many others parking cars at the disused air field.
Stall holders were busy setting up stalls.
And for a while there was no rain - well almost no rain.
Bill's eyes were attracted to two large and heavy picture frames, holding completed jigsaws of The Titanic.
He asked how much they were and the seller wanted £4 for the pair.
Too cheap to leave there for somebody else!
And them my eyes spotted a large, old cast iron frog - very heavy.
He was lovely and for £5 will make a good ornament for our garden - though my thoughts are that maybe he should go to some other person's garden and help me pay the rent in Pilgrims.
Its a pity that I decided to leave the frog's companion - a snail. When we returned somebody else had already got him.
So we got these items back to the car almost as soon as we had left it.
We then looked round the rest of the stalls. Bill bought a Beswick kingfisher, I bought a vase - maybe from Isle of Wight. And there were a few other things too.
And then the rain began again - quite hard.
We decided as it was still quite early to forego our breakfast treat at The Balaton in Littlehampton and we drove home.
We relaxed at home - until the sun came out at last, which seemed to spur us into some useful work. I described books to be listed tomorrow on EBay.
This afternoon we visited Ruth and finally handed over a birthday gift to 2 year old Felix - only a month late. He had his tea tonight on a Thomas the Tank Engine plate which we bought at the Bluebell railway 3 weeks ago. Felix is train mad.
We sat out in the sunshine drinking tea and dunking ginger snap biscuits. Felix showed me flowers and played on his bike and with various balls. Otto got cuddles and played in his walker. He is 7 months old - and now grins to reveal a tooth.
I took some photos, but they are still in the camera. I will deal with them tomorrow.
This evening has had a jazz bias. We had our roast dinner whilst watching first a programme about Humphrey Lyttleton and then another about Ella Fitzgerald.
I am so glad that we went to an Ella concert, way back in the 1960s, and experienced the great lady in person.
I think I am beginning to feel a bit stronger and a little joy and enthusiasm has seeped back into my life. Long may it last! I think Bill is still weighed down with the effects of this nasty bug.
And now to look back to the quirky views of Nymans that we enjoyed.
Many eyes might take in a whole statue as they pass, but sadly miss small details.
We enjoy those little details.
People stand and admire the grand gateway which has two cherubs posing high above the arch. I like the view from behind, with its plump round bottom.
At a crossroads in the paths is a fountain with 4 heads round the edge.
Bill called the second picture "Sniffin the Flowers"
This urn was down the hill a little from the ruined house. I love the cross expression on the woman's face.
These stone monsters adorn a stone summer house.
The ruins are really attractive and we look forward to seeing them in all seasons.
I was pleased with this shot of the house with camellias (almost faded away now) because the ruined window seems like a picture frame surrounding pines.
As we ended our walk we saw the flower on one of the numerous seats. It just needs some drops of water to become like a famous 1950s picture.
I sat and studied the flower and wove myself a little tale of star crossed lovers and the abandoned flower.
