A rather belated rainy sum-tober holiday. With added wind

It’s holiday time! We emptied the car of kiddies and kiddie related detritus and filled it instead with camping gear and surf boards. Woot woot!

Now, we know it’s October and that the weather isn’t really to be trusted but really we hadn’t expected it to cheat quite so much.

The campsite. Our little tent looked a little lost in-between these behemoths.

Porthcothan Bay…

To the pub!

Constantine Bay. A touch too choppy for surfing today. 36mph wind gusting at 48. Brrr

Back to Porthcothan for a pre-pub amble.

To Harlyn Bay 🙂

Turns out that surfing with a camera is rather trickier than I imagined. ho hum…

Porthcothan

Followers of my blog and my facebook page will know of the farce that was our summer holiday – first in TEN WHOLE YEARS – got to the airport to find the travel company had folded. Doh!

Until we get the money back (8 weeks so far and had a letter today saying it’s likely to be another 6) we’re unlikely to be boarding a plane anytime soon.

So this is what we did instead. Three days of camping, rockpooling and other sunshiney Cornwall fun with friends. I should co-co! It was the nippers’ first time camping. I was scared. They LOVED it

The following four images are just one sunset. Awesomeness

He has a thing at the mo about needing to look dangerous in photos. Not sure why. It’s particularly odd when contrasted with his new desire to be called Tracey. In my mind I’m calling him (Dick) Tracey but I think that’s Mummy cheating

We’re going back next week minus nippers but with surf boards. Yes indeedy. It’s not Rhodes, no. It’s Cornwall. Can I really complain?

A walk in the woods

There are good reasons we moved to this part of the country.

It’s where the English side of my family live(d) and where Chris went to uni.

And yet we find ourselves too often bogged down in the day-to-day of living so that we quite literally forget where we are.

Which is why today was so fab: a yomp at Magpie followed by a roastie at my parents’.

That’ll be the Autumn casting its spell

joe

I’m having a hair-crisis. The blue came out far too quickly and, when it’s black, I look suspiciously like I should be trying to sell lucky heather on the high street.

The purple I tried this week didn’t really go to plan either thus I have purple roots but the lengths are still black. DAMMIT!

ps I LOVE my espresso cup. It’s just perfect perfect perfect. And no, I’m not sleeping (hence the coffee) but I guess that’s kinda evident from the mugshots 😉

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National Marine Aquarium, Plymouth

Another non-wordy post. It’s too early in the morning and I’ve been up since 4 so I’m not feeling terribly voluble. The nippers are watching Felix (bad parenting 101, I know, but I’m hoping that after a morning of driving it will lull them back to sleep)  and I’m drinking tea and quietly wishing I still smoked.

We’ve had an awesome weekend. Pie’s Mum came down on Saturday and we went to Eden (see previous post) and yesterday we met up with some old friends and we toddled off to the aquarium. Archie got lost (well done Archie) and D, we discover, shares my love of jellyfish and Arianna wowed us all with her noooo walking skills 🙂

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on being shy

Yesterday I uploaded a post about Thursday’s trip to London for the Rock n Roll Bride’s party.

Whilst I had a very nice evening indeed I’m a more than a little annoyed with myself as I failed to network or engage with anyone in any meaningful way as IT is back. That ole buggerance that’s been following me quietly my whole life – the being shy.

People who know me probably wouldn’t know how massively it can affect me – unless they know me extremely well, that is. I find myself totally unable to engage with my peers as I know when I open my mouth absolutely nothing of interest will come bubbling out. And so I keep my mouth closed. I smile and nod. I stuff my nose into my g and t all the while begging the floor to swallow me up.

I’m 36 and I feel like it’s my first day at a new school.

Now, normally it doesn’t really matter. I’ve built my life to allow for it. Even the way I shoot is designed around it. It’s okay.

What isn’t okay is the fact it makes me look stuck up and disinterested which is crazy because I LOVE people and I LOVE meeting new people (that’s the crazy right there – see?).

“Lucinda struggles to engage with large groups”.

And so, instead of photos of me having fun with my shiny new friends I came home with pictures of light bulbs. Seriously cool light bulbs I’ll admit but light bulbs none the less.

Happy spring schmaltz-fest

I’d had an urge to do some cutesy work with an apple and play about with lighting and look at the rather nice juxtaposition between the Piester’s old workhorse hands and the pretty shiny apple.

Thus determined I set to with knife and whittled me out a heart in the full knowledge that Pie wouldn’t be home for days.

I really need to work on my being patient skills. They suck.

Daisy was mostly obliging but the best one of Poohster showed him with his finger up his nose – pretty much to the elbow. Classy.

Happy Valentine’s Day – go hug the one you love.

Mornings

I’ll fess up -I’m really not a fan of mornings. As a perenial night-owl they’re really something I can do without.

Life being what it is, however, has decreed that I should see quite of few of these beastly things for the forseeable so there we are.

I’m not saying that 4am is necessarily a bad thing. I do, however, believe it should be approached with caution and from the otherside – ideally with a cocktail in hand.

So here we are. Ghastly things.

I’m the kinda gal who never leaves home without her camera. This has regretfully left me with a bad neck so I’ve tried to be good and leave most of the kit at home. I’m down to one body and lens. My neck is much better thankyouverymuch but my adorable little Italian handbag is looking extremely sorry for itself.

So I’m looking for a new solution. I’ll get there.

 

The irony if all of this is that I’m always in such a blasted rush I never get to use the bally camera in the morning. Everything I want to shoot I see whilst hurtling along some A road somewhere and apparently it’s really quite frowned upon to shoot whilst driving. Nope, not even with a camera. Who knew?

 

The other day I left extra early in the hope it would give me just a spot of time to stop and shoot. And it did.

My word, mornings are beautiful.

 

Dartmoor Christmas