Wordless weekend

Le Hocq, Jersey, Channel Islands

Not a limo...

... but it provided a less conspicuous mode of transport for Alice, stowing away in search of sunshine. She'd have been shaken to bits and flung about and entirely lost in a limo. And besides, south London is not overwhelmed with such luxury transportation.

A suitcase would have to do. A suitcase, a train, and - if she'd picked well - maybe even a plane.

The blank suburban windows gazed at her as she slipped into the suitcase pocket's darkness and heard the rush of the approaching train...




...to be continued, either here or there.


Not a limousine.
Not quite a proper Theme Thursday - do you think this counts?

I'm not sure I do, but I'm hoping to get away with it.

P.S.

My back-from-holiday post is just below this, but this is a brief P.S. about made4aid, to thank Wendy who has been looking after things while I've been away.

And we have a number of lovely items on sale at the moment - most of the auctions ending in the next week, so why not pop over and have a look?

seaside treasures

Blogging about the contents of my suitcase would have been such a good way to tell you about my holiday.

Such a shame I unpacked right after getting home yesterday (well, after a cup of tea of course...) and that I only had this great idea this morning.

Ah well.

I guess you may be relieved to know you wont be seeing photos of my dirty laundry after all.

The contents of my suitcase included these treasures from the beach - I am a compulsive beach-comber and I love how each beach has its own character. Some have pebbles with holes worn right through (these are among my favourite beach-treasures); some have shells; some have lots of sea glass (also very have-able).

I only discovered this year - after holidaying in Jersey for 25 years - that the beaches there have treasure like this.

Little fragments of china worn so satiny smooth by the sea's constant caressing, their patterns sometimes quite worn but still delicately decorative.

Tiny remnants, I wonder about their histories and their stories... Wouldn't it be fascinating to know?

kiss

Thankyou Theme Thursday, what a good theme.

The main kind of kiss that comes to my mind is a goodbye kiss

as I am off away on holiday today

So

lovely bloggers

back towards the end of August...

postcard from Brighton

M and I took a brief 3 day break in Brighton (English south coast) 2 weeks ago, while LG was in France with a school trip.

As we unwound a bit from work pressures, some worries about the future surfaced and we experienced and talked through anxieties about the changes our life is going through in relation to employment, income...

Big grown up stuff.

Being grown up sucks sometimes.

Our first afternoon in Brighton was rainy. But our mood brightened despite the damp.

And after the rain, came the sunshine.

and the summer evening sea was wonderful

As we returned home, on the train back from London Bridge to south London, the sky was just extraordinary.

The dramatically dark cloud threatened storm and worse, it truly glowered.

But beneath that was the promise of a clear evening and fair weather ahead.

wordless weekend

London, North bank of the Thames near St. Paul's.