I have to tell someone. I just made the most amazing bag I have ever made in my life (my sewing life which is actually only 5 months) but it’s amazing. It is a camping utensil case with grey ripstop outer fabric and waterproof inner lining. It also has red velcro. It is only 3 days until the start of the camping season and I think the combination of sewing and camping is too much for me to take.
I said goodbye to Brighton today. I’m sure I will see it again sometime but as Tom is moving to Edinburgh that will now become my new weekend destination.
I said goodbye to the West pier which has really taken a kicking over the last 3 years. It was a near complete structure when Tom first went there but since then it has suffered partial collapse from a storm and about 3 fires.
I said goodbye to North Laine, the Pavillion and the resaurant on Weston Road that still has no customers. We didn’t manage to get up early to say goodbye to the sea swimmers. I also said goodbye to two new amazing things, the Supermarket Taj and Brighton Library which wins my award for one of the best new public spaces built in recent times.
I won’t miss the huge amount of parents with stupid buggies…and…that’s about it. I really like it. I like the sea.
I will sort of also miss the train journey but excitingly a ghost station has emerged - Dunbridge - never heard of before but it marks the start of our intriguing rendezvous next weekend, being the mid point between Bristol and Brighton.
So Brighton was good. I’m just glad Tom chooses to study in holiday destinations.
Oh I forgot the most important thing. I will miss Chewy brown Bread. Here starts my quest to find chewy brown bread in Bristol.
I just remembered the emerald green Soca River in Slovenia.
I also think that for the second night in a row I had a dream that someone told me my watch is a Rolex when it isn’t, it’s a digital casio.
The two Tom’s would have liked what I saw today. I think they secretly want to be transport geeks like the men in the picture.
I went to the Clifton Rocks Railway. I would let you know a little history but I think you ought to go to the website as they have only had 575 visitors. Today the top station was open and you could look down in the tunnel. There was also a bit of a exhibition except I couldn’t read most of it as the geeks were taking ages. Can’t they read very fast?
Did I ever tell you about my happy hour?
It happens between 5-7 on a Saturday. I’m having it right now.
It varies slightly as I never know where it is going to be but I just realised the unifying unit is the clapping on the programme on R4 on Loose ends. Not the programme because on the whole I don’t really listen to it but the clapping makes me feel really grounded.
Today - pre happy hour I have been in a restaurant in Bristol with my friend Jo and her friends on her hen afternoon and perhaps the champagne has helped my happy hour mood. But I came home and just put my coffee machine on to make espresso and the I switched on my digital radio - which by the way I love - and immediately the clapping on loose ends came on.
My coffee smells like it’s burning.
On the way to the restaurant I went to get the boat and I quite literally missed the boat so I had to walk and a thunder storm happened so due to inapropriate shoes and rain I had to shelter. I watched the lightening and wished it would strike the five cranes I was looking at even though I didn’t have my camera.
Why is my coffee burning?
I also feel like I work on the Southville marketing board as someone I was talking to this afternoon is thinking of buying a house in Southville and I couldn’t praise it enough. She is coming over tomorrow and I may meet her and tell her again why everyone must live here.
I really must attend to the coffee situation.
On my way to work I passed a very old building I hadn’t seen before and it had an inscription on the side saying The read dispensary. I wondered if this was a very old form of library.
Oh but no a little research tells me - 1874 The Read Dispensary, to enable women to consult doctors of their own sex, was opened. It moved in 1907 to new buildings in Anchor Rd./ St. Georges Rd.
Never mind but that is my new name for the library.
The wedding of my cousin Mark and Anita was lovely, in a beautiful manor called Chavenage House. Canapes were the best ever and the hangover was very impressive.
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