Last year I did some blog posts showing something that had made me sad followed by a picture of something I'd hunted out to make me happy. I thought it might be nice to do it again, after all, it's always nice to search for happy things (that's the Pollyanna in me talking).
This week's sad is a horrible piece of graffiti near my office. Now I love a bit of Banksy but I really don't get the mindless tags you see everywhere now:
I walked round the corner to this lovely view which definitely made me happy. I love autumn so much and it's all due to the lovely colours of nature:
So graffiti artist (and I use that term very loosely) if you could learn to be as creative as nature then you might be on to a winner.
Over the summer I decided to take a bit of a break from social media and concentrate on me and Paul. It's a bit strange then that this first post back doesn't really involve Paul at all, well maybe a little bit.
Paul had to work one Saturday so I went out for the day with his lovely sister, Frances, his nephew Sam and a couple of Sam's friends.
We went to Swanage for the day and it's at this point I have to introduce you to the world's worst tour manager, Sam:
We had a lovely walk around Swanage in the sunshine:
Then we stopped for refreshments, obviously!
Just as this mountainous lump of cake arrived the heavens opened and we had to run move briskly for cover!
The sun came out in time for our picnic and then we headed for the steam train that was going to whisk us away to Corfe Castle:
Now this train only makes one stop en route to the castle but when I asked our tour manager, the one who spent nearly a year travelling the world, why it stopped at such a small place he didn't have a clue!
We had a lovely walk around the castle and the village:
And then it was time to head back. I didn't want to be late home because Paul didn't have a key to get in and I hadn't got him anything for dinner yet. Our tour manager assured us that the last train back to Swanage left at 17:10, great because by that time it was 17:30! We headed back to the lovely little station to find out that there wasn't another train until the evening service started at 19:00. Paul was due back at 20:30 and it would take us well over an hour to get back :(
So we headed to the bus stop for a 40 minute wait, it was worth it though when me and Frances managed to bag the front seat on the top deck!
There was some amazing scenery on the way back, it's a shame the windows were so filthy.
Another run brisk walk back to the car and we had just under an hour to get home, not a problem I thought until we hit the queue for the Sandbanks ferry! The sunset I witnessed from the ferry made it all worth while:
I leapt out of Frances' car as soon as she pulled up in her drive, dashed to Asda for some nosh for Paul, tore home, ran Pippy round the park and on our way back Paul drove past. I thought I'd got away with almost being late but I was busted because he'd already driven past once and saw my car was missing.
He's now got me a set of door keys cut just in case Frances should lead me astray again while he's hard at work :)
It was a really lovely day though with great company and Paul loved the pick and mix sweeties I got him from the vintage sweet shop.
I can't wait to get this story and these photos scrapped.