Mini break at Ludlow, England 2014 – Photos

Ludlow - Copyright 2014 Kay/wavesandpebbles

Ludlow – Copyright 2014 Kay/wavesandpebbles

Last year  I had limited resources but still wanted to feel like I was having a holiday.  So when I was in pensive mood, I set about exploring the options, letting my fingers flit from here to there on my iPad.  I was travelling to Wales to visit family anyway and explored different train options to see where I could go from there.  I discovered that I could travel to Wales, then sweep across to Cheshire to visit more family, and back home for little more than just a return to Wales.  (It really is worth checking out the different train options in the UK – I tend to use the National Rail Journey Planner.  There is a ridiculously wide difference in cost depending on what time of day you travel and the actual journey destinations, which affect the type of ticket that is available.    You can sometimes get the other end of the country for less than it costs to travel somewhere that is less than 50 miles away.) I had been surprised to discover that it was possible to travel from the village in Wales directly to the town in Cheshire where family lived, so I thought if I could stop off on the way for just one night, it would enable me to explore somewhere different and I find that at such times, time tends to slow down and just one night away can seem a long time.  I perused the map and checked out fares, settling on Ludlow.  My next step was to find somewhere to stay.  I used the online service ‘airbnb’and was drawn to an old Gothic style house within walking distance of the railway station.  It was owned by a young family.  They were in the process of renovating the house and gardens and rented out a couple of rooms.  It was right beside the railway line with a large garden that sloped right down near the line.  The story I think was that the house had been built by a man that worked on the railways but it has been difficult to establish the history of the house.

Copyright Kay/wavesandpebbles

Copyright Kay/wavesandpebbles

Well when I left Wales I was waved off at the unmanned station in the village by all the family, including my daughter who was staying for a couple of weeks.  A short while later I was alighting at Ludlow Station.  With my suitcase trolley in tow, I had a quick wander round the town to get my bearings and then headed for the B & B.  I received a warm welcome and my room had a beautiful view (see one of the photos).  I settled in, had a tour of the house and garden, then headed back into town.  I spent the rest of the day exploring the unique shops and finding a nice restaurant to dine in.  I had a taxi back, was invited to join the owners for a friend’s birthday celebration, which I did for a short while before returning to my room.  I slept well, had a wonderful breakfast and sadly got ready to leave.

I was offered a lift by the owner into town and she suggested dropping off my case at the station.  I was then free for a few hours before getting the train so I went for a walk, going down by the river.  I love places where you can just wander and find different things. Ludlow in Shropshire is a beautiful place that isn’t on any major road routes so it seemed to have a different atmosphere about it – a fairly large place yet with none of the major traffic throughput so it was more peaceful.   I would have loved to stay longer and thoroughly recommend it as a place to visit.  I walked around the castle but did not go in it.  Alongside the river there was a very upmarket restaurant – the name escapes me but if I come across it I will post it here.  For a special treat, I would definitely like to go there.  I took a picture of The Feathers Hotel and it would be good to have a look inside but I would be apprehensive staying there as it is supposedly haunted.  It was built in 1619, a 17th Century coaching inn.  It is now a Grade 1 listed building.

Feathers Hotel Ludlow - Copyright 2014 Kay/wavesandpebbles

Feathers Hotel Ludlow – Copyright 2014 Kay/wavesandpebbles

I hope you enjoy this post that gives a flavour of a somewhat hidden part of England.  I returned home feeling totally refreshed and feeling that I really had a long holiday.

Journal find Summer 2014 – poetic lines written following spiritual experience by the sea

Copyright 2013 Matthew Hartley, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio

Copyright 2013 Matthew Hartley, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio

Just found these words scribbled on their own following journal entries on a very special visit to Tenby in Wales, a lovely place.

Happiness draws me through the tunnel of light

the whispers so precious have given me fight

Where will it take me?  Oh I know not for sure

but now it’s life’s journey, so precious, so pure

Ward Wedding – a lasting memory of a brave young woman

Copyright 2007 Steve Jurvetson, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio

Copyright 2007 Steve Jurvetson, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio

I was recently back on the cancer care ward for three weeks (home again now, thankfully).  One day there was increased activity in the morning and it turned out a wedding was to take place for a patient.  My first thoughts, how lovely that this was happening, followed by the sad realisation of why.  So it was with mixed emotions that I witnessed the preparations, and the guests and bridesmaids going to and fro throughout the day.  I caught a glimpse of the young bride in a wheelchair on her way to the ceremony that was taking place in the day room, where guests could spill out into the private enclosed garden.

The happy atmosphere filtered through the ward until the evening, yet it remained a private affair.  It must have been such an emotional roller coaster for everyone involved.  I thought how wonderful it was that the wedding had been possible, providing lasting happy memories particularly for her young family.  I thought of the young woman being able to experience such a special occasion with her family and friends, knowing that she had little time left.

There is no doubt that my emotions were heightened on that day and It has stayed with me.  It has since caused me to reflect on how people spend months and often tens of thousands of pounds planning a wedding, yet the most important and special part of a wedding are the people brought together for the occasion.  A wedding is an occasion to be celebrated and enjoyed in the moment, with memories to last a lifetime for everyone involved.

The Impact of Place – Wellbeing, Inspiration and Creativity

A short while back I talked about my creativity being blocked and trying to overcome this.  I’ve not yet overcome my inability to immerse myself in a creative zone but I will share my thoughts and progress.  Having spent two months in hospital, and a further month at home, mainly but not exclusively in one room, I have had little chance to get out and about and when I do most visits are for appointments at the hospital. In the past few days I have realised what is perhaps the obvious, the effect of place on my ability to relax, switch off and become entwined in my creative quest.  At a basic level, I have had to relocate my bedroom to a lower floor, losing the broad view of the sky and my cosy writing corner.  Then there is the effect of being restricted, not going out to walk and explore different places.  So I turn to my memories and love of water. Water in all it’s natural forms is inspiring, be it sea, river, waterfall, stream or lake.  In pondering this blog I recalled a holiday at Lake Bled, a most magical place in Slovenia.  When I visited many years ago I had not started writing but I recall how I felt when I surveyed the view from the hotel balcony on the night of arrival and the many hours enjoyed walking alongside the beautiful lake.  Perhaps if I can allow my mind to drift and recapture the essence of the special places I have visited – with a notebook to hand – I will be able to move forward with my creative pursuits. Even on a rainy day, Lake Bled is a magical place.

Copyright Maurice, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio

Copyright 2008 Maurice, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio

Memory triggers – Clouds (and Blogging)

Copyright 2014 Patrick Emerson, CC-BY-ND, via Wylio

Copyright 2014 Patrick Emerson, CC-BY-ND, via Wylio

I am playing around with a blog I wrote a short while back.  No-one appears to have seen it so I am changing the title and photo and see if this makes a difference.  The text and poem remains unchanged.  It would be good to get some feedback and to hear from others their own experiences of what draws people to read their blog.

Prompted by a friend to write a poem on clouds, I reflected on what they mean to me. It’s fascinating how thinking about something like this can evoke memories from the past.

I recall when I was at school we had acres of lush green grass, tiered with slopes that we could roly poly down. The clouds made me think of when I would lay flat on my back on the grass gazing up at the blue sky and fluffy white clouds on a beautiful summer’s day.

I also remember how I enjoyed flying above the clouds for the first time when I was a teenager, looking down on them and seeing fairytale mountains.

The following are the words that have spontaneously come to me.

Clouds

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Stretched out on the emerald pillow

The light sapphire canvas blotched with stately mounds

Wishing I was up amongst the clouds

Gliding serenely o’er the world

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Zooming beyond the realms of living land

The magical marshmallow mountains

Bestow a safe haven in my mind

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Clouds are forever there, bumbling along

Swept by the whipping winds of fury

Today their blackened stains threaten

As the wands of wetness streak down

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A passing theme in our lives

A cloudless sky perfection seems

Yet without clouds, life would pass us by

Thank you for reading.  I welcome any comments you may have.