Enlarge this pic the detailed work in the cobweb is astonishing
Little ruined house in the woods, like something in a fairy story now lived in by nature
Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day with a nip in the air so jumper and scarf required. I didn't know what to do with myself. It was too lovely to stay indoors and I'm a little uncertain about walking alone. But the call of the day lured me out, so armed with my binoculars and camera I went to a place I've been meaning to go for ages. It's the only RSPB site locally to me and as a member of the RSPB I should go and check out the birds there! It's also I'd heard quite small so not really suitable for a Wednesday walk.
I've been very fed up the last few days for various reasons, the anniversary of my Dad's death last weekend. My youngest son being ill with a virus, which has meant that he has been beyond grumpy, and therefore taking it out on everyone around him, especially me. Not getting anywhere about my results, my thyroid level is 16 which the nurse said was withing normal limits ie 9-19, however my sister informed me that is the level if you're not on Thyroxine then the level is 15-25 so I am low which is what I've thought all along. So now I'll have to wait till I come back from my hols and go and have another talk to a doc. Not something I like doing, which is ironic when you consider I spend my life professionally telling the docs what for about their patients! Plus my workload at the surgeries at the moment is emotionally overloaded to a really tough level. The work I am trying to set up won't really happen till after Christmas now, so no extra money coming in. And on and on and on..... And for two pins I could cry my eyes out.
Instead yesterday I took myself on that walk. It is a small nature reserve only about three/four miles in total to walk round. I took my time and did a lot of stopping and staring and listening. The woods made so much noise, with babbling brooks, bird song, acorns falling to the ground and not a soul around. It was a most uplifting experience.
I came home knowing my sister was popping in for a cuppa, so I made some scones and rushed down to the shops to pick up some Cornish clotted cream, to go with the jam and scones.
So a lovely end to an unexpected day.
It helped for a while but the misery has returned now. But I'm holding on as off to Devon later in the week followed by Cornwall again so will get to be with three different lots of friends for just over a week.
That will help.
