Sussex; a year on

by zehra Wednesday,October 26, 2011

I was meant to write this post a month or so ago, but you know how life is; it swallows you and takes over once more, but here it is. A few pics from Sussex; where Mr C and I cycled for miles along the Cuckoo trail and through sweet welcoming towns between Hailsham and Pevensey Bay. We walked, talked, laughed, smiled, cooked and planned.

It was our first year wedding anniversary (Sussex last yr) and we were just as thankful, maybe even more so as Mr C took me once more on my yearly homage to Virginia Woolf’s Monk’s house, this time on the beautiful river walk from Lewes to her home in Rodmell where we happened upon a field of sweet corn,

“shall we take one?”

“we can’t!”

“Of course we can’t, we’re trusted to walk through these fields without succumbing to theft”

that evening

“we should have taken one”

We were just as hopeful, a year on and 10 yrs down that line, for it had been a hard year, with illness, mice and noisy neighbours, but we’d always laugh. Laughing is what saves you, this was what I deduced, laughter and having the right person beside you to do it with. But I shan’t get all emotional and wibbly-wobbly. We’re just thankful. Always, terribly thankful.

And I did get used to the name change after all (name fretting)

Flowers from Mr C the night before we left, I was so worried they wouldn’t keep, but they did!

The view from the couch, watching torrents of blue tit,s great tits and others visit daily made me smile, it’s what made me invest in my own bird feeder the first time we were there

Mr C standing at our front door; we loved hanging out of it in the mornings and evenings gazing at the stars which we noted to be brighter and dotted in an abundant array of beauty.

Pevensey Bay, note Mr C’s beautiful yellow socks; we sat and ate sandwiches he had made earlier as they say

Mr C sitting with bikes while I snap some pics, I want to take a few for my sister so she can use them for paintings.

Becoming utterly mesmerised by the waves and having a moment where I realise how might nature it… I completely soaked, and therefore found myself drying my socks in the ladies’ and when the ladies’ began to fill with onlookers, I thrust them in to Mr C’s hands and begged him to continue drying them in the men’s, which he did. He is one of the good guys, he knows the future will be filled with many more moments such as this. 10 mins later, we were soaked on the cycle back, but my socks remained dry.

Glorious river walk from Lewes to Rodmell to see Monk’s House. We had to catch the 7 :55 am bus, which ran late, but nonetheless, we had ample time to enjoy every moment of that sunny day.