I won't bang on about the weather this week, save to say that the rain has been plentiful. Exercise has largely taken a back seat lately, but it's given me more time to tinker and I've been enjoying creating some collage style photo art from my archives. Warning: May contain cats and loved up couples. It's proving addictive as well as causing eye strain.
After last week's shenanigans, I also endeavoured to take some outfit photos, particularly as Vix had kindly altered a couple of my vintage items for me, including the dress I mentioned in a recent blog post (Winter Peach Photography: A Night for Knights and Greensleeves). Here I am trying and failing to capture the dress in its entirety by myself.
The dress is so voluminous and now, having had a little trim by Vix, no longer drags behind me like a train (unless I'm going down stairs, which I don't mind, as it forces me to slow down and therefore makes me - a girl from Wordsley - feel a little more regal). Vintage items are becoming increasingly rare and expensive, so I feel very fortunate to have found this one. I love imagining the lives it's been a part of.
This skirt has made a previous appearance. It's vintage St Michael (M&S) but again, was too long for my pit pony legs. It's been so cold, I've been wearing my crop denim jacket as a top.
Now, a couple of inches shorter, it also has a matching belt. I feel sluggish and lazy saying this, but I have no natural aptitude for sewing and no real interest. I have tried, but can't seem to keep to a straight line and when a machine needle loses its thread, which seems to happen to me an unhealthy amount of times, I lose my mind! I'm so grateful to have a friend who can help.
This week I've addressed a couple of health niggles including getting my eyes tested. No change apparently, although I've ordered a couple of pairs of prescriptions glasses, having managed to break my last pair. I've been relying on off the shelf readers which is probably not the best plan. I had also noticed a little blind spot in my right eye, usually noticeable when my other eye is closed. The optician checked my eyes and scanned my right eye, but advised me that everything was as it should be. The joys of ageing!
Talking of which, if you're a woman of a certain age, HRT and collagen are the current buzz words. I decided to do a little research into collagen and have, for the time being, determined that collagen supplements costing upwards of £30.00 a month are possibly futile. Rather than popping pills, I've decided to boost my intake of foods that boost the body's ability to produce the precious collagen. Never mind diamonds, it seems the humble red bell pepper is a girl's best friend!
Red peppers contain vitamins A and C, potassium, folic acid and fibre. Vitamin C keeps the immune system healthy, skin youthful and arthritis at bay! Bold claims, but I'll take my chances munching on peppers rather than having to re-mortgage the house to fund shop bought supplements.
Saturday dawned brightly and to an avian wall of sound. We decided to make up for lost time and headed down to the river. Starting at Arley, we headed up the hill to the station, just to confirm that everything was present and correct.
Children were climbing the apple trees in the hamlet's only pub beer garden on the way up to the station.
So far, so idyllic. Sadly, there was no activity during our brief visit. In fact, the Severn Valley Railway (staffed by volunteers) is under threat. Heritage Railway appreciators can contribute here. They're woefully short of their target at the moment and it would be a devastating blow to the region if we were to lose it.
Gareth took this photo of me wearing a pretty cotton top gifted to me by Vix. I know for a fact that his attention was captured by the vintage BP Motor Spirit sign. My pasty arms are testament to the fact that it's the first time this year I've dared to go out in mere cotton! I had the additional armour of a scarf and vintage hat (handmade in Ecuador) just in case the sun dipped behind a cloud, but needn't have worried as the temperature reached a balmy 17 degrees.We walked back down to the river and followed its meandering path, passing under bridges made redundant by Dr Beeching's "reshaping" of the railways...
...coveting tranquil riverside lodges (spot the dolphin topiary)...
...to Bewdley, some 4.5 miles down river. There, I did a quick scout around the charity shops and we consumed an entire box of Fruit Pastille iced lollies (two each) to rehydrate, before crossing the bridge at Bewdley. Passing this row of handsome villas - the last vestiges of civilisation for another 4.5 miles, we heading back on the other side of the river for a different perspective.
Dream house in the country!
These love birds were unperturbed by my camera.
I became a little obsessed with the river side signage.
Had we strayed into the Upside Down? There are more, but I'll spare you. Distressed angling signs would make for a very niche blog.
The smell of wild garlic permeated the air for much of our walk.
We clocked 10 miles that day and I slept like a baby that night.
We'll overlook the moist Bank Holiday interval that was Sunday and sashay up to date with some more sunshiny photos from today's walk from Highgate Common.
When we left the house, the clouds were plentiful and seemingly trapped in the rear window of our neighbour's car alongside a sunburst.
Suburban skies.
By the time we had parked up, some 10 minutes later, the clouds had parted. The fields were alive with rapeseed and their vibrant blooms kissed by the sun surely heralds the arrival of spring.
Can you spot the flying creatures?
Crouched as I was to capture the rapeseed, I was oblivious to the beehives a short distance away to my left. I did wonder what kept bouncing off my head.
I heeded their warning and moved on swiftly, leaving them to their important work.
Next weekend we have another Bank Holiday to mark the King's Coronation on Saturday. Sorry Charles, I'll have to pass! I have a photo shoot and birthday BBQ that day.
Until next time!
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