Showing posts with label old places and faces on the last days of freedom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old places and faces on the last days of freedom. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 January 2010

仝 visiting friends

'still on 4 sat, tom soup and cheesy garlic brd, lunch bout 12.30. C ya's then? Lol S x'
how could I resist a text like that?
'Ooo yes please!  Sounds yum x '



armed with a bottle of my sloe gin and some corks *more on those in a bit*
we drove to claim our soupy prize :


Sandra and I have been friends for 14 years ~ saying it out loud makes me wonder 
where the time has gone!?
we met soon after giving birth to our little bundles of joy and just 'clicked' :
apart from being 'outsiders' in our *little village, we had and still have
loads in common.
*little village being Burnham-on-Crouch, Essex where I lived for 3 years*
she always makes us feel so welcome when we visit :
the time flies by as we talk books, art, fashion, recipes, film, 
kids and we eat, chat more and laugh :
she's very modest about her skills but I can tell you she's a talent all right :
her writing is a joy to read,  her cooking sublime, 
her knowledge in the garden is vast and her skills with the 
needle fabulous  :

no wonder her youngest is artistic already :
the corks were for him :
*no dear reader, I didn't drink all those bottles of champers,
although I did enjoy quite a few glasses at Mr B's 50th birthday*

he's quite the entrepreneur, charging a small fee for portraiture :
*this is a good likeness I'm told so I'll have to watch out for the
noseless Mr Hunt*
but what does he do with those corks you may wonder?

he has created a whole world of people :

carefully drawn and glued :
the queen and the grass cutters :

the knights and swordsmen are as scary as they look :
can't wait to see the new members of his imagination :


after our scrumptious soup we went for a walk :
through the country park to the marina :

then along the prom, past boats and huts and chandlers :

until the coming twilight signalled us back :

via Jennie's for a warming cuppa by her logburning stove ....
*the lush drank all her sloe gin already and had I known I'd have given her a bottle too!*