Burnt by the May sun and now stripped..the blank canvas
Apart from work, the predominant thing in my life this week is the fact my sister Janet has refashioned my front garden into a semi blank canvas, ready for replanting
For some strange reason I have not had the motivation to re stamp myself onto the plot which has more or less retained its original grass and border set up since the cottage was purchased.
Now with her expert eye on the case, old plants have been ruthlessly dispatched, the dead wood removed and soil now can be seen between the growing clumps of evergreens, buddleia and my one standard rose who enjoys the full sun in the garden which faces south towards the hills.
I want sunburst clumps of agapanthus, Veronica, rubeckia, salvia and echinacea, with geranium in pots and lavender near the door
I'm looking forward to this small venture
It's another way of stamping a new personality on the cottage
The commute to work last night was lovely
On an average day it's a 40 minute drive door to door and last night I was entertained by Radio 4 's The News Quiz and Front Row, where the resident concert pianist Víkingr Ólafsson played Bach so beautifully, I took the long way to work and parked briefly along the Promenade to watch the sunset and in order to listen.
I am aware that I have nothing really of note to say.
Life is plodding on.
A friend is trying to set me up with a blind date with an Ecuadorian hotel manager called Fernando
an enterprise which is ripe with comic asides enough to fill at least three blogs .
He has a kind face
But then so have I, or so I've been told.
I'm off two short days then back on nights for five.
If we didn't have any restrictions , I clearly have my own.
Night shifts shackle independent endeavours
But after this I am on holiday from work.
Two whole weeks.
Some of which I had earmarked for some time in Sitges
Now I need to review my plans
I hear the old Santa Maria Hotel has changed hands in the lockdown,
Time for new hotels in new places me thinks
I've been thinking a lot recently, I think we all have
Going Gently has always ostensibly been a diary
Thoughts and news, and opinions and reflections of a mundane life
I have stopped trying to make it interesting
It is what it is..........