#1525 theoldmortuary ponders

All before and after projects should have before and after photographs.

But we didn’t know we were on any sort of before project until we were more than half way towards the after part.

The Heatwave has waved goodbye, leaving us with entirely normal weather. But our heads did not know the heatwave had departed so we were up at 5:30 am to start the day. So loads of jobs got done in the cool , then the heat didn’t arrive so then more jobs got done.

The Derek Jarman, Prospect  Cottage inspired outdoor loo and yard storage.

The Yolk Yellow door got its door furniture and all the benches got a lick of paint.The patio was scrubbed.

And a very old lady got a paint job.

The headless, legless, armless lady has been with us for many years. She came from TK Maxx (TJ Maxx in some places) For about ten years she remained pristine. But after that she lost her lustre and has required a paint job every few years. She has been blue and gold and versions of her original  stone. Today, because her glow up was unplanned she got some rather old black exterior paint that I enhanced with twinkle graffiti spray paint that I had left over from an art project from quite a few years ago. I think this might be her most magnificent iteration. She looks as if she has been carved from a Bible Black coalface.

If only I had known she was going to get a glow up today I would have taken a before picture.

She was really pretty grotty. Faded and peeling and inhabited by spiders and bugs and all manner of creepy crawlies. She has scrubbed up well!

Although between coats of paint an intrepid spider crawled out from wherever he has been hiding and cast a web between her buttocks. The glitter spray made the whole thing quite gothic for a moment.

Living her best nightlife with fellow survivors and repurposed items, the head injury Buddha and the wonky watering can.

#1524 theoldmortuary ponders

Firestone Bay

The past, on the other hand, arrives in chunks, sometimes when you least expect it or sometimes unreliably when you really need to remember something important or significant.

We are doing a little more grandparent caring at the moment as my daughter has a fractured shoulder.

I read such a lovely quote about Grandparents today. In a book that I have bought for a gift, but just reading the acknowledgements made me need to buy a copy for myself.

The last acknowledgement in Where Sleeping Women Wake by Emma Pei Yin is just the most gorgeous and significant quote about Grandparents and their grandchildren.

‘ Grandparents, in this life we were fated to meet yet destined to part’

But not just yet, there is loads to do before any parting happens.

#1523 theoldmortuary ponders

Hugo enjoys Glastonbury on the radio in the comfort of his own home.

This weekend is traditionally a big Festival weekend. Most years Glastonbury is happening. We don’t ever get tickets but we love to listen in to anything that is broadcast. Festivals attended in real life are a great chance to experience unknown music or to dance for as long as possible on uneven ground in a tented environment.

Glastonbury is on a Fallow Year, this year but there is a festival less than a mile and a half a mile away across the river from our home.

We can lay in our back yard and listen to the music just as if we were at a festival relaxing in our camper van away from the main stages. In fact our yard is closer to the main stage of Morvala than a lot of camper van fields at festivals.

We swam on Friday to the catchy tunes of The Bay City Rollers. Something that would hugely have excited 14 year old me.  Distance lent enchantment.

I was never a super massive fan but I did have an excellent pair of tartan Oxford Bags bought from a Grattan Catalogue book. Oh the 70’s

Tonight we will be able to lie in our yard with a hot chocolate and skip 20 years to the nineties and listen to Ash.

Time marches on but music can make everything seem like yesterday.

Looking back at my photos from festivaling at home there was another more recent brush with the past. Hugo enjoying the teepee. He has been in another realm, (Maybe one where dogs can actually attend festivals) for 6 months now. Time enough for these photos to be lovely memories of a dog life very well spent.

Just to add a note for other dog lovers.

Your dogs don’t cross the Rainbow Bridge. They wait for you there.

Lets hope there is a festival on the other side.