A week ago today we were both enjoying what we agreed was the best day's holiday we had ever had, drowning in beauty on the Devon coast: today, in the hospital, the conversation turned on euthanasia and funerals.
Her treatment has been complicated by the Retard Family's bunfight and attendant holidays, which have also cut off all local bus services from Saturday lunchtime to Wednesday morn, so I'm going to stay in my son's house in Exeter from tomorrow (he's off to Kent to house-sit for his Mum and Dad), meaning I'll have no access to the internet or my home phone for a while.
Anyway, here's some of the best of the 200-odd digital photos I took in the two days (as well as two 36-exposure films).
|Our room had a balcony overlooking the beach|
|Here's one for those who wonder why I make so few appearances on this blog|
|Here's my darling on the South-West Coast path, sunning her knees and enjoying the lovely, |
if incongruous, sight of an exposed headland smothered in bluebells
|What though my wingèd hours of bliss have been,|
Like angel-visits, few and far between
|Romantics cant resist a clifftop garden, glittering sea and the odd wild rock (see below)|
|sweet dreams, darling girl, sweet dreams|