I was walking through town yesterday, enjoying the crowds, and the great atmosphere. It was Exeter Pride, a vibrant, colourful event with a long parade of people wearing rainbow colours, flying the flag and bursting with excitement.
Everyone was happy, or so I thought. Then I saw this lady, she was leaning on a trolley shopper thingy and heading towards the bus stop.
It may be that she was just wondering when the buses would start running again. Perhaps she was reflecting on the loss of youth, a samba band were passing, so everyone was jiggling about. I really hope it was nothing worse.
High on a headland of Devon’s red cliffs, you’ll find an area of grassland that’s being managed for the green winged orchids, Anacamptis morio. If you visit from April to late May you can dance through a hazy carpet of them.
They range in colour from white to the deepest purple and are a real sight for sore eyes, I hope that Paula thinks so too! Note to self, take a camera.
We each have our own perception of danger don’t we? I have no fear of heights, but having been bitten by a spider I find them dangerous. I’ve been in a huge bat cave in Borneo, but because it was a climb up inside, saw no danger.
Now, put me in a dark hole in the ground, that’s my idea of danger. Being enclosed like that is scary, really grim. But I did it anyway, some fears are meant to be conquered aren’t they?
I’ve needed something to keep myself busy recently, to take my mind off things. I think I showed you the beginning of this project, back in March.
It’s the handles of a tote bag. I put it to one side, did a bit of crochet instead.
Then sewed the body of the bag.
This weekend I plucked up the courage to rivet the handles to the bag – scary as I’ve never done it before and they had to be in exactly the right position.
Not bad for me, I’m not keen on measuring, I’d rather do things by eye.
I added some pretty danglies.
Because it’s a simple sack, I decided to make this to put bits and bobs in today.
So here it is, my first attempt at a leather bag. I could never have done this without my friend Lindy’s help, she is a really good leather worker, I’m just a dabbler, especially where tools are involved.
April this year was one of the saddest months ever, so I haven’t been around here very much. It began with the death of my youngest sister, Daberechi, in Lagos. She was very young, and I can’t believe that I’ll never see her again.
The month ended with the loss of Daisy, one of our border terriers, Dido’s litter sister. She hadn’t been herself for a few weeks, showing signs of age, she was nearly thirteen. But when she went off her food, Steven, the vet investigated further and blood tests revealed that her liver was seriously damaged. We had to make the decision to let her go. So last Saturday, she danced over the rainbow bridge, as we stroked her, and told her we love her.
Dido is pining for her sister, they were never apart. She saw her die, but who knows what she understands. She seems to be waiting for her to come home.
Each time we lose someone, whether it’s a person or a precious pet who’s been a member of the family, all the other losses we’ve experienced come rushing back. I’m crying over the sorrows of now and of the past, but at the same time finding joy in little things.
Here’s sweet Daisy, a few years ago. This week my daughter told me that Scarlett who is four was picking Daisies for Daisy. How will we explain to her when she visits in a few weeks?
Right now Dido is at my feet, keen to go for a walk, so we’re off out, so she can find some joy in the park today.
I’ve always had a wanderlust, from my early teens when I’d hitch hike to the beach, or even walk the ten miles to Exmouth. But it was many years before I was able to really indulge myself. One of my favourite places so far is Ghana, the country of smiles, I’d love to go back.
Cape Coast, three hours west of Accra is a lovely place with miles of beautiful beach,
The sea is rough and you’d have to be a far better swimmer than I to venture in.
Much better to sit and enjoy the view of Elmina across the bay. Elmina is peaceful now, but has a horrid history, it was one of the places where slaves were sent, before leaving their homeland forever.
The port was very lively, I could have spent hours there. But we had to travel on,
There were cocoa pods to see, and taste the inside of!
Maybe three hundred miles north of the coast, Lake Volta stretches a vast distance. From Yeji, the crossing is quote short, but the hour or so it takes can be rough and the lake has taken many lives. When I went, the water was flat, and the air was scorching -n Volta is just a few degrees north of the equator, and very silent.
These homes are on a sandbank, and at risk of being flooded. I wonder if they’re still there, maybe Celestine will know?