I am not a good patient. I am not a patient patient. I am a grumpy, self-pitying, whinging type of patient. Luckily I have a very tolerant boyfriend - I think he survives by putting up a whinge filter and letting it all wash over him. So, ten days ago my physiotherapist tried (forcefully) to persuade my knee cap that it had been in the wrong position for over forty years. My kneecap is made of the same stubborn stuff that the rest of me is made of and it fought back, refused to move, and then sulked painfully for some days. Accordingly, Mark and I put off last week's planned trip to our holiday flat in Dorset until this weekend.
Mark took a day's leave on Friday and his parents arranged to come and stay in our house to look after our two cats. Unfortunately, I was involved in a duvet cover changing incident and from the colour and pain in my big toe, I suspect it may be broken. I bravely strapped it to the next toe over and, with very little crying and swearing, we set off for Dorset. We had a delicious lunch at the Watch House Cafe in West Bay (spicy seafood and chorizo broth), had a brief hobble along the beach and settled in to the flat to watch a dvd. I then proceeded to cough all the way through the film (appropriately "Brave", about a feisty redhead ready to face all challenges!)...and all night...and all day Saturday. Eventually, late Saturday afternoon, Mark did his best to look sympathetic and suggested we just go home. Bless his heart.
Actually though we had a really nice day on Saturday despite the coughing, sniffling, hobbling redhead. It was a perfect Winter's day - cold enough to make your face tingle, blue skies and lovely low sunlight.
|West Bay pre blue skies|
We headed to Lula's in Bridport for a delicious breakfast (ham, eggs and bubble-and-squeak) and then on for a hobble around the sub-tropical gardens at Abbotsbury. We have Abbotsbury season tickets (for the gardens, swannery and children's farm) and no matter when we visit, the gardens are beautiful.
|ghosts of Summer's hydrangeas|
|leafless tree canopy|
I always find myself drawn to reflections - I love the slight surreality of them.
|reflections in the Jurassic pond|
|reflections in the fish pond|
|Mark gets in the photo|
Not wishing to disappoint the poor chap, I let him be centre shot with the tree reflections and fish:
|Mark and the fish|
Of course no trip to the sub-tropical gardens is complete without a cup of tea and a piece of Dorset apple cake.
Sewing machineBetween breakfast and the gardens, we just had to do a little tour of Bridport's antique and junk shops. In one of the shops I spotted this little beauty for £20. No idea if that's a good price or not, but it was worth it to me.
|vintage sewing machine|
Now I am going to get another lemsip and go back to bed...uggghhh.