I wasn't finished with the unexpected though, my bowels shut down for 3 days, and for those who have never had this happen it's very trying, and trying, etc. So more pills and potions taken from both ends, not to harp on about this, but I thought it should be told about as it is a common condition of people after operations featuring lots of painkillers and morphine, so if I can notify/inform someone who reads this blog, that this could happen to you, and if you take action before the bind happens, well then it's all been worth it!
So I took to the streets and walked to Bournemouth, here is a selection of what caught my eye.
These rhododendrons are beautiful, but considered a weed and being cut out of the landscape of St Katherines Hill, just behind me, where Ken and I often go for walks
Auntie Angela's roses
The Central church in Barnstable.
Walked into town via the Tarka cyleway along the river Taw, which at this point was tidal and therefore salty at times. Now I started to enjoy the idea of cycle touring again, and started to envision being back on the bike and cycling once again. Phil took me out to several local beaches and spots of interest, it was good to get information about local matters, it really fills out the flavour of a place and driving around the little Devonshire country lanes is amazing (the photos can't do them justice) .
Phil you gave me hope, realising I'd lost my way somewhat when I started my journey.
The Jazz Workshop was both brilliant and a challenge Many of the others were workshop junkies who knew the ropes and with my lack of prep, it was very tough in places, however from adversity comes diversity and intensity. We had nine sax players and one trumpet player which I thought gave some needed variety. I did sort of have an eye on England's first game in the World Cup, but many of the other Saxers on the workshop didn't even know that England were playing! These people in this house in Torrington, it's safe to say did!
Views from Torrington
Now heading back to Christchurch but not before another foray out into the wilds of North Devon out on the cliffs and headlands looking toward Wales, I was reminded of home with the Romney sheep actually in lamb at this time of year, very late, like early to mid summer and obviously close to lambing! Tame too as we could get almost within touching distance of them. I loved the stone fences and gates, interesting to also see gorse and heather.
Looks like lots of locals have been stoned for quite a while!
The train journey home was not without an event. I didn't realise I did not have my Kokopelli hat on until I was two trains into my journey. It's all good though, I must be getting back to normal as I'd left it in the front of Phil's van and the "hat to end all hats" will be returning to my bonce very soon. I do feel naked without it. The trouble is, most people don't like either option, me with orwithout the hat, both are a shock to the classic English reserve though it does start many a conversation. I'm lost with and without it.
Now I'm looking forward to returning to London to go to the British Museum Exhibition of Rennaisance Masters (more than 100 works by Leonardo da Vinci, Fra Angelico, Botticelli, Titian and more) and intend to also go to the Tate Modern Museum.
Still no busking or clowning happening yet, however it's in the wind.
Just swanning along now in Dorset
Cheers and Ciao