sunnies needed!

An the sun kept on coming (well until today when we have fog....).

Summer handbag came out, smaller and off course blue, but then I had a first world problem, my sunnies case was too big.

Now I just love my sunnies, they were a present from Chris,

a good colour and just the right side of a bit querky.

But the pouch that I had that was the right size wasn't the right colour or querky

So I made one!

The fabric is from one of Chris's old work shirts,

and I drew round my glasses to get the outline and then followed that with back stitch,

a lovely job to do while sitting in the garden in a deckchair on a Sunday. Heaven.

And I must say I really am rather chuffed!!!

a wave of blue

We all seem to have been enjoying glorious weather the last few days, and for once this glorious weather coincided with afternoons off! 

So on Thursday afternoon, and decided to walk from town round the cliffs to check out how the bluebell wood was coming on and then on to Fermain and home.

It really was a stunning day and the wild flowers are all starting to come out, you could smell the warmth in the air.  I would say the bluebell wood was at two thirds of its blue capacity.

But still so very beautiful.  

I saw some of the invasive thugs Spanish bluebells on the cliffs, but so far they don't seem to have got into the wood, that is still very much the domain of the delicate and fragile British bluebell.

Oh dear done it again, co-ordinated myself with the bluebells.....

To all of you who are fans of The Durells, this scene always reminded me of the books and the early TV series, not really sure why, think its the evergreen oak hanging on for dear life!

Then round the corner to the beautiful Fermain, at very low tide, sea looking very tempting,

but when I did my April dip a week ago it was still only 9 degrees, so a while to wait before it becomes a pleasure again.

I sat in the sun on the cliffs reading my book 'The Ship Thieves'  (the true tale of James Porter, colonial pirate), when low and behold, look what sailed round St Martins Point! 

A real life Pirate Ship (sort off!).

Then finally the long slog up Fermain hill and a walk home, a good leg stretch, but those same legs are still aching today, which basically says I need to do more long walk ;-0

Creepy Creek!

 Yesterday I was down at the Bathing Pools, clocking off my April swim - still cold....

And I thought I would show you this map.  The original was found in a cupboard which had been in St Peter Port Constables office, and it is the original plan of the development of what we now know as the bathing pools.

 But look carefully at where the Horseshoe pool is, back then called New Gentleman's Bathing Place.

The gully next to it is called...

....Creux de la Morte Femme...

....Creek of the dead woman!

Resting our feet

A few weeks ago, Chris and I were having a good rummage around in a second hand shop,

and ended up with our arms full with books, a piece of Poole pottery, a wooden bowl, a wooden tennis racket, writing paper and this foot stool.....all for a tenner! Bargain.

The foot stool does need some tlc,

Chris is going to look after the base,

and we are going to put a deeper piece of foam on top to make it higher. 

But my job is the cover and I wanted another project to get my teeth into.

I decided on a plan of St Peter Port and the harbour and I will mark our house on it.  Gridding up a local map was the easiest way of transferring the image to the canvas (16hpi).

Then I cracked on with the sea.  All the swirling blue just sort of happened, it was a case of using up all my little bits and pieces of blue silk, and ended up being rather pleased with it,

almost gives an idea of all the eddies and currents moving round the harbour

with all that going on I decided that the roads should be plain as a contrast

As it looks like the land is going to be a haze of bits and pieces of green from my silks box!

I am enjoying stitching this, I find it very relaxing in the evening just to sit and sew, not really thinking, especially with the last few fires of the Spring crackling in the grate beside me.

Will keep you posted on how it gets on. xxx