the tale of a pink lamp, heavenly sent....

This weekend I took a wander down by the canal. Still feeling jarred and not really quite sure what to do with myself. I needed to head off away from my usual paths.

Driving along I noticed a sign for a jumble sale in a village hall on the way.

Not one to let an opportunity like this slip by,

 and only armed with 60p,

I quickly turned the car around and headed back on my route to find a cash point!

I still had an hour until it started and a dog needing a walk.

So I parked up near the village hall and went for stroll.

The little village of Frampton on severn, feels almost lost in time.

It's reputed to have the longest village green in the UK.

Around the edge of which I've never seen so many original tudor houses in one place.

It's a place somehow a bit cut off geographically, curled around by the River Severn.

I imagine the village pond had seen many dunkings in it's medievil past.

and the villagers may all of been descended from families which have lived here for centuries.....

Actually it felt a bit strange walking around.

Like I might not actually find my way back out!

I grew up reading 'Misty'

a kind of spooky comic for girls.

I think my imagination was in over drive that day......

I found a very old looking apple tree with blood red apples,

just like something out of snow white.

I picked up some windfalls on my side of the wall, discretely,

and hoped no dogs had found their way there too!

It was the most amazing tasting apple,

like something from my childhood,

a distant forgotten appley memory.

I can still remember it now..... 

I didn't rush to the jumble sale, I decided that if there anything for me,

it would still be there waiting.

I couldn't remember being in a jumble sale since my childhood.

I loved them.

I would go with 50p and buy a bag full of clothes.

All kinds of things.

and wear them.

It costs me 20p to get in,

I wasn't sure what to expect.

Inside there were long tables piled several feet high with clothes.

determined ladies armed with laundry bags!!

people on the floor under the tables scrabbling amongst the clothes!

the idea seemed to be that found your place, dug in your heels and riffled through your section.

as fast as possible.

I couldn't believe my eyes.  

  

I didn't have the emotional stamina for that!

I wandered along the bric a brac aisle instead,

and there it was,

a brand new pink ikea light,

still in it's wrapping

just waiting for me,

for 20p,

divine intervention!

just what I needed to add a colourfull glow

to my living room, 

and I didn't even need to go to the cash point.......! 

so now I'm bathed in a lovely pink glow,

which compliments my navy blue cushions really well.

and this room's cozying up now.

*******

Thank you for all your moral support on my last post.

I can't really blog the details,

but the situation is landing and we've got more support on board,

which is always a good thing.

The teenage years can be tricky,

I remember that myself.

I'm three sessions into my teen 'training' course and it's starting to make sense,

in principle!

There's always the chance that a new direction could lead to good new things.

I'm sure it will.

bye for now

Heather 

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