Cool Dude

 

We have good news. Let me first introduce Mr GBT by his proper name...he's called David and he's been my lovely other half for almost 35 years. Firstly the tumour has been completely removed and it hasn't  spread either in its original site and the CT scan has shown that there isn't any elsewhere. He now will have a follow-up procedure and some specially targeted doses of chemo. They are going to hit it hard this year so that the little b*gger hopefully doesn't put in another appearance and then six monthly lots for the two years after that. It was an aggressive form which doesn't show itself until much later, but the universe was on our side and two chance things came together and it was discovered purely by chance when they were investigating another issue. I've always held my Pagan beliefs dear, but this has cemented them and they've been tested like never before.

Speaking of magic and how I seem to stumble across quirky things on a very regular basis, this rather natty little mobility scooter tootled past me and then drew up round the corner on Monday. The minute I clocked the 'Cool Dude' on the back I couldn't resist having a quick word with the vintage driver. He made me laugh and when he explained why he's got it and how it's given him back his independence following a life changing accident last year he most definitely lives up to his moniker. He very kindly let me take a photo of it. 

Arilx

Reed Bunting

 Another beautiful day and enough time to flash those new nature reserve cards of ours. This time Mr GBT managed to walk out to the first hide where we spent a few joyous minutes watching some of the woodland birds coming on to the feeders and then had the pleasure of viewing a Great Crested newt on the live feed from the pond camera whilst we had a cuppa. Earlier this month we saw our first ever Common Reed Bunting at Woods Mill. It's a rather snatched photo as it wasn't exactly hanging about to have its photo taken.

All these things add to the richness of our days.

Arilx

Saunter on a Saturday

 Our world has dramatically shrunk to twice weekly visits to the hospital. We had what felt like a major setback this week, but we did know beforehand that it was always going to be a possible result of the surgery. Thankfully we've always been decent lateral thinkers and good at coming up with practical solutions using what we've already got in to meet unexpected challenges. By the next day we had dusted ourselves off and had worked out that we could enjoy an hour of birdwatching whilst sat in the comfort of the visitor centre at our nearby nature reserve. It was so relaxing and we even stopped for a cuppa in the cafe. Spying on the antics of a grebe, grey wagtails and the egrets was magical and we have now invested in an annual membership.  Going forwards it's within walking distance of home and Mr GBT is a keen photographer so we'll cover our outlay in no time once he's fully up and running.

With the level of caring I'm doing at the moment it's very important that I keep myself well so that I can do my best and remain vigilant about my anxiety. I realised a few years ago that walking and taking photos of beautiful or interesting things is a very important tool in my armoury. On some days when Mr GBT is resting and my energy levels are high enough I go for a saunter. I've been out in the sunshine today enjoying all the new Spring flowers and admiring that Aston Martin!!

If I get the opportunity I'll turn back the time machine this week and write up my post about my wee Pre-Raphaelite adventure I had at the beginning of March

Arilx

Pals

 These two pals were hanging out together in a field that we passed on our recent Cuckfield walk. I don't know what it is about donkeys, but I always find them so cheering.

Have a great weekend folks.

Arilx

Off duty

All the small, but significant steps Mr GBT has made over this past week meant that today he told me he would be happy for me to walk into town on my own for an hour to pay in the last of my earnings to the bank, for, as of yesterday, I am now retired. There was no way that I could have gone back with everything that's happened and then announce at the end of April that I was going to be stopping anyway in a month's time. My clients have completely understood.

Before I left I worked out that I had time to have small window where I could be off duty [I had my phone with me] and take a 15 minute breather. Many times I've been to the Horsham Museum garden, but today it felt like a peaceful oasis and I had it all to myself.....except it turns out that it wasn't the case as this rather fine fellow swung past me looking haughtily back over his shoulder.

As with small children I'm a great believer in just hanging back and letting them decide whether they want to befriend you or not. This one had a change of heart and turned back. From there on in he was my furry bestie and every time I moved I had company with a demand for a cuddle if I tarried even for a moment. He gave me such a boost🐈 Update...he'd like you to know that his name is Jasper!

This rather odd thing is a locally made protype concrete beehive which was made during WWII when the demand for wood and bees was high. It didn't catch on so not many survive.

This dark leaved version of Euphorbia is rather striking and the Japanese quince blossom gave a lovely shot of  unusual colour in the sunshine. Beyond a few daffs it rather feels like the garden is still holding its breath and will burst forth into colour within a couple of weeks.

I can't but help and stop to admire this piece of work by Janine Creaye. You know me and my love of greenmen!

To finish this was my view from the bench where I sat and gathered my thoughts before returning home feeling a little lighter of spirit refreshed by the change of scene and the buzzing bees.

I would say that today has been a good day.

Arilx

PS I now know that this cat is a frequent visitor and belongs to one of the neighbours. He took himself along to one of the meetings inside the museum this week!!

Uckfield vs Cuckfield

 Ah the vagaries of this language of ours. Over in East Sussex we have Uckfield, which as you might rightly assume, rhymes with duck and here in the West we have Cuckfield which is pronounced Cookfield. 🤔 With Spring beckoning (I take it on a day by day basis weather and temperature wise) and the mercury rising I risked a chill by removing my vest (I jest) and we trundled over to Cuckfield for a gentle wander a couple of weekends ago.

We are now almost a week past surgery and Mr GBT is improving in small ways each day. It has been and continues to be exhausting in ways I'd never anticipated before everything went awry. I'll simply let the images do the talking, but it feels like another small win and has given me a boost being able to put a post out.

Arilx

Vase

 A stunning piece by William de Morgan which I was lucky enough to see a couple of weeks ago out on a jolly with my friend Eloise. I will write a blog post about my visit in the coming weeks. The colourway of this particular vase stood out to me because it's so different to the iron red or sea colour palettes he so often seemed to favour. Have an amazing weekend.

Arilx