|You can sunbathe on a mountain in December. (N.B. other deck chair flavours are available)|
A very hearty happy 2012 to you all. I am tardy, I do apologise, the shock of returning from grand adventures in the Alps sliding around on skinny planks of wood, that I returned unbroken and undead rendered me speechless. All the better for your ears and eyes I would guess! For a week wellies changed for a different kind of boots, although I did take and wear my posh wellies, well, why not they needed an adventure!
You'll be glad to hear I managed to pop in a few skiing cartwheels, which I really think may catch on, although their glamour and grace is rightly disputed. I have learned a few things. Mainly don't ski on a red run, avoid 'moguls' still no idea why bumps of snow are called that (Mongolian?) and drinking warm red spiced wine is perfectly acceptable in a cafe!
And, to eat my hat, I did not want a snowy adventure in my life, however, it was actually brilliant, I appear to actually enjoy slithering between divine french food establishments. Out with my cafe life, Mr Flowers handed me my hat, humble pie and I ate heartily, apologising for my epic child like sulking prior to departure. Dearest I'm sorry, it was beautiful and fun. But, not cartwheeling avec skis down a red run, that was just plain silly. The land of bread and cheese, and tartiflette, oh how I utterly love you and they are worth eating a hat or two for.
And even more, never underestimate the rejuvenation which occurs being away from gale force winds and driving rain. To not think about wind for a while and how it affects everyday life was utter bliss and to have a change of view for a while, utterly gorgeous! Trees!
And finally chickens, children and dogs and gardens appear to be utterly blasé should you adventure off without them, therefore fret not, forget them a while and enjoy others indulging them. Polytunnels stand up in the gales or they don't, although others do succumb and there's no way of avoiding it. Thankfully this wasn't my tunnel but its metres from my house.............the same size and guage of steel - cover removed by the wind and frame buckled - very humbling. Nature is a cruel beast. But, we've always got hope. And this year I have the hope of non-windy gardening.
Happy 2012 to us all, may your cartwheels all land softly and your bread basket always be full, your rain fall in the garden at night time and the wind, be gentle and kind.