I wouldn’t advise reading White is for Witching right before bed, especially if you happen to live in a creepy, creaking Victorian house. ~ Funtimes
I had rather a lovely birthday. It began with a nice healthy, fruity breakfast with orange juice and lots of cards, before travelling to Ludlow. We discovered a tiny gallery with some irresistible glass pieces, where my sister and I spent a happy while deliberating (I’m not sure everyone else was quite so happy). We had lunch in a cafe next to the castle, I had smoked salmon sandwiches, and managed to steal a wee bit of my sister’s soup too! It was really nice having my grandparents there too, as we don’t get to see them all that often.
I spent the afternoon exploring Ludlow castle with my dad and sister. There were lots of winding staircases and plenty of intriguing places to investigate, we even found two nesting pigeons lurking within the walls. We also found a mysterious doorway with a staircase leading up into the dark. It was interesting how creepy and looming a dark blocked up staircase can feel, despite knowing that we were a few feet away from bright spring sunshine. I half expected some awful creature to jump out from behind my sister (thankfully nothing did). Descending back into the sun, we explored some rather precarious staircases, where I nearly jumped out at a small child, thinking he was my sister! We ended the visit with a cafe, where I had spiced apple cake and tea (my favourite). Driving back there were beautiful, snowy views of both the Black Mountains and Brecon Beacons, we weren’t able to stop for photos, but it was wonderful just to look. The white shiny peaks really looked majestic!
All in all, it’s been a great way to start off my twenty first year! I’m hoping for a year of healthy eating, hard work and plenty of baking.
Fingers crossed (:
(As always, my precious Olympus came too, so I’ll hopefully have some nice photos in a few weeks.)
I had forgotten how beautiful the sunsets are here. My dad drove us up to a gap between two hills and we climbed the higher one. We got there just in time to see the sky gradually shift from a deep blue to a really intense red. The white peaks of the Brecon Beacons, green fields and the lake below all looked stunning against the sky. It was one of those evenings that really makes you appreciate the absolutely amazing beauty of where you live. I’m really glad I took the film camera, because at some point; as the film starts running low, you just have to sit back and enjoy the view.
Today I visited a lake near me, tempted out into the cold by rare cloudless skies and deceivingly warm sunshine. The lake was framed by shining white mountains, with a cold breeze blowing and lit with warm sunlight which reflected off the surface of the water like balls of stardust. It was a wonderfully peaceful, beautiful scene. I always think that winter and early spring are the best times to visit the lake. There are few tourists and the view is unspoiled by the heat haze present in later seasons.
I took my Olympus film camera with me. It is a refreshing feeling to carry a film, rather than a digital camera. There is a certain freedom. I enjoy the limited amount of photos. It forces me to consider them carefully, rather than snapping away endless photos (as I tempted to do when I have a digital camera in hand).
Eventually I put the camera away and just enjoyed the moment. I sat on a jetty which reaches out quite far onto the lake. It was easy to imagine that I wasn’t on land at all, The jetty swayed slightly with the wind, and the gently lapping waves bumped against my feet. On one side of the jetty, waves rose and fell with a gently energy. The waves were slightly shadowed and slightly bluer than the still sunny waters on the other side. There was an uninterrupted view of the mountains, yet I couldn’t stare for long, the sun reflecting off the snowy peaks was blinding. Instead I watched the swans. They were quiet and peaceful, sleeping and diving on the still side of the jetty.
Eventually, I realised that my shoes were wet, dipped slightly too far into the lake. It seemed a signal to leave, the wind had become colder with inactivity. I walked away, looking behind all the while. It was a beautiful, peaceful way to while away a sunny winter afternoon. Particularly, as I’d spent the morning watching and yearning to be outside. This evening I’ll hopefully be walking up a nearby hill with my dad. The views should be lovely, especially if we catch the sunset.