Thursday, November 16, 2017

Out and about


It's been a very outdoorsy sort of week, with beautiful autumn weather. Somehow autumn sunshine is lovelier because you know winter is coming.



Granddaughter the Eldest and I had a trip to the Botanics and played in the leaves.



Then Mr Life and I had a day out on the bus to nearby Haddington, and walked along the river there.



It was a perfect day and we felt quite holidayish.



See how long the shadows are, and it was only mid-morning.



In the town, we said hello to Bridge Street, where my beloved Granny was born.




 and then we sat having lunch and looking out past a little lemon tree (with two lemons - so exotic) at the bridge.





Another day, we went with our walking friends to Penicuik (pronounced pennycook) and did a circular tour round Penicuik House, built in the 1760s and ruined by fire in 1899. The walls have been preserved so that you can see that it was once a beautiful Palladian mansion, and the estate is now open to the public.




This is still a vista from the house down an avenue of trees to a monument .



The walk was about seven miles and, despite the lovely weather, quite muddy in parts.



And then the other day Granddaughter the Eldest and I went to the museum and dressed up as explorers.

It's a surprisingly busy life. Which is very good.

Monday, November 06, 2017

Baby worship




Actor Son-in-Law 2 was away for a couple of days so I went down again to London to help with Granddaughter the Youngest. I had SUCH a lovely time with Daughter 2, talking endlessly and nibbling the baby. I do love tiny babies. They're such a lot of work - but - their soft skin! their silky hair! their dark blue, unfathomable eyes! their completely new hands and feet! We went for some nice walks, had tea in some teashops, cuddled the baby in the stilly watches of the night and decided that she was the finest baby we'd seen for some while. And Daughter 2 did a lot of feeding.




Granddaughter the Youngest looks very familiar - I think she's like her mother at that age but no early photos exist of her father, so who knows? Already she's lost that newborn look and is intermittently very alert. What's she thinking?



Her other grandparents - both of them - are skilled knitters, so she's not without cardigans, hats and shawls.



How amazing it is when a bump becomes a person - it's so utterly normal and everyday and yet endlessly astonishing.


I got back yesterday and am missing them tremendously.