I had conversations with the clouds

Pond6Over the past couple of months, I’ve been spending an hour or so at the end of each day walking around my neighbouring nature reserve.  Fleet Pond is so close and it seems ridiculous that we barely visited when we first moved here years ago.  Now, I can’t imagine a day without it.  Instead of getting home and immediately vegging out, I take a lovely meditative 2 mile walk, sometimes extending it to 3 or 4 miles over the weekend.

The pond is full of geese, swans, and ducks who all rush over to say hello when you walk passed.  There’s a heron (or two?) who SCREECH like nothing else on earth and often scare the heck out of me by flying out of the bushes with their legs dangling – so cute.  There’s also a herd of grazing cattle who wander about keeping the scrub under control.  I adore these cows.

I also adore these beauties.  I saw the first deer with a camera-shy baby.  The second and third pictures are of chappie out on his own who seemed very proud of his sprouting antlers.  I was utterly mesmerised and could have spent hours watching them.

Pond9With summer coming to an end, I’m not sure how much evening daylight I have left, so I’m going to enjoy it whilst I still can.  I’ll have to figure out a new route for my walks which takes me around well lit areas as the Pond is completely pitch black at night – I don’t want animals jumping out at me.  I will miss it dreadfully.

Pond10

The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.

Fleet Pond landingWhat did you get up to this weekend?  Oh really, that sounds like fun.  Me?  Well I had a very unusual weekend which started off with a trip to a tattoo salon.

Sadly, Husband has not (yet) allowed me to have my fourth tattoo, but I was accompanying my mother as she lost her tattoo virginity.  My mother.  Despite giving teenage-me stern looks when I got my first, she now has some ink of her very own.

Mum tattooShe wanted to go to my tattooist but sadly Jessie has a 5 month waiting list, so instead got a recommendation from a work colleague.  When my Mum wants something, she wants it NOW.  The guy she went to was lovely and really reassuring, and gave her some good advice on placement and size.  It only took about 20 minutes as she only has a little one but it does amuse me to say my 50-something mother has just got her first tattoo.  I will now lecture her endlessly on how to take care of it (SPF, WOMAN!)

After this, we wandered out into the beautiful sunshine, stumbled across some guerrilla knitting/yarn bombing in Bagshot, and then did a bit of M&S shopping.

Guerilla knitting

On Sunday, Husband and I did a couple of laps around Fleet Pond to take advantage of the glorious weather.

Fleet Pond woods

I don’t visit Fleet Pond enough considering it’s pretty much right on my doorstep, and it was lovely to get outside under many layers of factor 50.

And this afternoon has been taken up by housework whilst listening to my Eurovision playlist, gesticulating dramatically to Rise Like a Phoenix by Conchita Wurst and bouncing around to Euphoria by Loreen.  A perfect way to end the weekend.