Yesterday's beach day felt, very much like the coming of the end, Summer retreating, Autumn drifting in.
The place was packed, everyone come to give a salute, a farewell, a nod of thanks.
Today feels like it should be September, funny how this early Bank Holiday has confused my sense of time.
What a Summer !
So much adventure, fun and laughter with family and very, dear friends.
So many events that have been left unsaid here, the great and the good, like the magical time spent with a long lost, much loved, very special family member, not seen for over 30 years to the heartbreakingly sad, of our wonderful daughter still in hospital battling an eating disorder.
How much to share, how much to tuck away, a constant bloggers dilemma and yet if too much is left out, this place feels hollow, dare I say alittle fake, especially as I have spent hours trawling through blogs hoping to find a glimpse of how others cope, manage, survive under such sadness.
So, this morning over breakfast, while remembering our fabulous time in Lewis, with some delicious marmalade bought there, thinking about the coming of Autumn and the changes the turning of the year brings, I'm thinking about the now and where we, all are.
Our biggest boy, just turned 19, he heads back to Leeds next week, house sharing with 3 friends ! looking forward to his second year of a politics degree. He is full of ideas, thoughts, passionate about the World, it's people and his place here.
Our girl, is now 15 and 19 months into a hospital stay, battling anorexia and depression, it destroys us, wears us out and leaves us longing for all the answers, the miracle cure but mainly for our girl to be back, to be home, to be well.
Little man is going to be 6 in afew short weeks, 6, yes really. He's a joy, most of the time, hard work, frustrating and loud some of the time. He's learning in the home environment, a mix up of free play, visits, friends to play, festivals and the odd workbook thrown in for good measure.
Knitting, cooking, days out and all will continue on these pages, with maybe just a touch more of who we really are.
Holding onto Summer, even though signs of glorious Autumn are creeping in everywhere, blackberries ripening, tree ladened with apples, leaves changing colour.
A weekend at Just So festival in Cheshire, two days to fill the senses with wonder, pure magic of childhood, stories told from the back of a gypsy wagon, high flying ladies and strong men, clay sculptures to make, colour, sights and sounds in every direction.
A change is coming with the turning of the seasons, new plans, ideas and thoughts to put into action but for now, Summer is captivating us.
Using my thick,thin handspun to knit a Simple yet Effective Shawl, in colours of sunshine and bright, new moss.
As my new spinner yarn is somewhat uneven, I've gone up afew needle sizes to a 5.5mm, which is creating a nice knit.
Stunning places to sit awhile with needles and yarn, here in Lewis, inspiration surrounds you, vast skies, craggy rock sides, wide, open beaches, tall, strong fortresses all painted in palettes of undeniable beauty.
I seriously under estimated the amount of yarn I have for this project, will need to order and spin more, such a chore haha, wondering how well I can match it up.
Third time knitting this shawl, still loving it, perfect for pick up, put down wave watching, castle climbing, shell seeking.
Just started reading Eloise by Judy Finnigan of This Morning and Book Club, set in Cornwall with the promise of spooky goings on, seems a perfect holiday read.
Joining the Yarn Along crowd over at http://www.gsheller.com/
It had been 31 years, since I'd last seen him,he looked almost the same, I however, did not.
Nick Heyward of Haircut 100 fame, at Penn Festival, my childhood idol, still causing a stir for myself and a whole host of other ladies, enjoying life in their 40s.
A great festival, up and coming, wonderful line up, the delicious Nick sold it for me but Neville Staple of The Specials singing "ghost town" pure magic, The Beat, Selector, Jaki Graham, a real 80s/90s blast.