So, that was January.
We started the year as we meant to go on; brewing beer and making massive batches of marmalade, filling the whole house with the sweet malty smell of hops and the citrussy tang of seville oranges boiling on the hob. Both are such lovely January activities that we hope to continue every year.
The Shingles I had over Christmas, although now clear, is still evilly clutching on somehow and I’ve spent the whole month in a fug of post-viral exhaustion, crawling into bed shortly after Frankie-Rose. Or at least thats what I intend to do. 10 o’clock jumps out at me from nowhere and proverbially whacks me over the head most nights. How does that keep happening?!
Our January was also very dry. No TV, chocolate, cake or booze. At times it was unbelievably difficult. And there have been a few minor hiccups. But we got there, with fresh resolve to be a bit healthier. Tonight we celebrate. Yes, one day early, but we won’t be together on Saturday so we’re calling it quits a little bit early. I’m almost quivering with excitement about the prospect of a bit of chocolate cake and a glass of wine (I had to stop myself from saying a MASSIVE SLAB OF CHOCOLATE CAKE AND A WHOLE BOTTLE OF WINE. Moderation. Moderation…)
We have been on a few walks around Faversham, our favourite being the Faversham Marshes, into the bird reserve. Its by far the most beautiful I’ve seen in Faversham, despite it ending in an (inevitable) slip and muddy bottom for me (Clumsy Mc-clums, me). You start at the boat yard, on a very straight path with bushy borders of grasses and reeds that sway as you pass. As you walk along the creek more and more boats appear, resting on their sides, pillowed in the glistening mud. Fishermen clean nets and yell instructions at each other, snippets of which reach your ears, on the other side. Eventually you get to the marshes themselves that stretch out a vast distance in most directions. Pylons stand sentry in lines crossing the landscape and birds that we don’t know the names of dart above us, dancing in the wind. Frankie slept in the sling for the first half, then was a star when she woke up, braving the mud, then ultimately choosing to go back in the sling. It ended up at the pub for a …cup of tea (see Amish January above)
Winsome visitors have descended and left again; my lovely Dad came for a weekend. We took him to Whitstable for fish a chips and cooked steak at home and Frankie revelled in the love and attention lavished on her. Our London friends popped up for the day. I made a simple lunch of Pea soup (I’ve been making tons of soup) and bread then we hauled the buggies and their sleeping contents along the creek (a different bit to the one above). My misters family came to celebrate both my father in laws birthday and Burns night. I lived in Scotland for a few years and love all things Burns. Evergreens and candles clustered in the middle of the table and my brother in law served up Cullen skink, haggis, neeps and tatties, and I served up Mary Berry’s Scottish Mist. Yes, its as good as it sounds. (I was too busy eating to take photo’s though)
Frankie and I continue to collect treasures from the woods, which assemble on the table in varying combinations. Evergreens are my new love, and they decorate the front door and and the table. I stole the idea of putting them in a jar from Ray (my sister in law). Candlemas is nearly here and we have stocked up on Beeswax candles in celebration (a new tradition, and an excuse for more candles, really).
Some (/too many) pictures to illustrate.
The concrete shapes wont stay there. They’re new, from the Goodhood Store and I love them.
Gorgeous wintry light.
More has happened, I’m filling the house with house plants, theres been some good work news, some illness, childcare developments. My mister is SUPER busy working on a secret project with a mega band- very exciting! But I have to stop somewhere
This was supposed to be 2, or even 3, posts, but I lost time in the midst of all that was January so here we are; one enormous post, on a stormy Friday evening. Oh well, Chin chin! I hope January has treated you kindly, it has a habit of being a bit grumpy. But, onwards! Spring is just round the corner. Happy February to you and Happy Chinese New Year too. x