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.

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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.

Liebster Award again…!!!

I wanted to share Malvika’s answers to my questions for the Liebster Award – this award really brings out more about the person and how important blogging and creativity is. And the special memories we have of loved ones. Kay

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Thanks a lot Kay and Ellie for the nominations…this makes it five nominations for the same award. I’m honoured with all the love and support I’m getting here. It is difficult to express it in words. 🙂
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I was nominated Liebster award – http://wp.me/p5H99X-bg
(Ellie’s nominating post)

Liebster Award nomination – and my own nominations – http://wp.me/p5V6m8-3Q
(Kay’s nominating post)

Ellie’s questions
1) Why did you start a wordpress blog?
– A friend coaxed me till I finally agreed. And I’m greatly thankful to him. I used to write even before I started this blog, but this blog is completely on his credit.
2) What first inspired you to write?
– Loss of a loved one.
3) What keeps you writing?
– I mostly write what I experience. Everyday brings along new lessons and surprises, and this makes me write.
4) Do you prefer writing poetry or stories?
– Poetry…

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Days and Memories – discovering quotations by Muhammed Ali and Cesare Pavese

Copyright 2012 Randstad Canada, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio

Copyright 2012 Randstad Canada, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio

It fascinates me how a lone quote in my own notebook written about 5 years ago can lead me on an unexpected journey on the internet.  The quote was ‘Don’t count the days.  Make the days count.’  I discovered this was one of Muhammed Ali’s quotes.  Now in his 70’s, he has his own active website, Twitter and Facebook page with many memories and photos of his boxing days.

The quote must have resonated with me in the past, when I first recorded it, as it does now.  It’s not about how many days there are but valuing what happens on each individual day.  Live it like it is really important so that it means something.  At the same time, we may have something big to look forward to like a special holiday or life event.  We shouldn’t wish away the days between now and then, which in effect could waste those seemingly insignificant days.

This brings me on to another quote which my internet journey discovered.  In fact, on further research, it is two separate quotes by Cesare Pavese, award-winning Italian writer and poet who was born in 1908 and sadly committed suicide in 1950.  His diaries have been published following his death as ‘This Business of Living (1935-1950).

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Copyright 2011 jessicahtam, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio

‘We do not remember days, we remember moments.’ (1940)

‘The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.’ (1944)

These are both thought-provoking.  We have special days that we remember but do we really remember the whole day?  Are our treasured memories of the day itself or of particular moments during that day?

When it comes to the richness of life, if we have forgotten memories then perhaps it is because we have had so many special moments, and that they are not really forgotten.  My own personal experience is that many precious memories are triggered by photos and other memorabillia, things such as tickets, random notes, greeting cards, gifts – many things that I have thought it worth keeping and have stored away in a box or drawer.

Have a look around you.  Do you have a treasured ‘forgotten’ memory that you would like to share, including what triggers it?

Creativity takes us to a special place

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Copyright 2011 Chris Wells, Flickr, CC-BY-SA, via Wylio

Creativity takes us to a special place – a place where we become lost, engrossed in our chosen path.  The stresses of life melt away, solutions surface to be put aside for later.  We are blessed with frozen time in which to savour the simple gifts life offers.

Kay, wavesandpebbles.wordpress.com

Clouds – poetic scribblings

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.

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Copyright 2008 viZZZual.com, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio

 

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

My creativity is stuck!

Since I have not been well my creativity seems to have become stuck – or at least is very sticky.  This is so frustrating as I now have the time to write my story and create more poems. But I seem to have some sort of block that prevents me.  Is it just my state of mind?  Can I just overcome it if I really try?

I was given a wonderful and treasured book on writing when I was first in hospital, and I had already been given a great novel planning book for my birthday.  I started to use these when I first went into hospital in January until I reacted badly to treatment and all activity became impossible, being confined to bed, all wired up and even texting was too much of an effort.  That seems hard to believe now and I’ve no excuse and if I could come up with an inspiring plan for a story that I could really start writing, this would help get me over the coming months of treatment, provide a distraction and enable me to move towards achieving one of my goals of writing a book.

The prompt for this post was a message from a supportive friend suggesting I write a poem about clouds.  My initial reaction was no, I haven’t written poems for ages.  Then I thought, why not?  I can just give it a go and see what happens.  Maybe this is what I need to do, just make a start and see where it leads.  So hopefully I will soon be posting my poem on Clouds.

I know from experience that the way in which we think affects how we are, what we are able to do and how we feel.  We do have control over our thoughts … We just have to remember this and choose positive thoughts.  So the challenge to myself is to stop procrastinating and just start writing.  It can be poems, journalling or snippets of a story that I can pull together later.  The aim is just to get started again … which was one of the reasons I started this blog.  I am open to any suggestions or hearing about your own experiences of what has worked for you.           Happy blogging!

Fantastic Waves – a link to an amazing photographer

After sharing my poem about the sea, it reminded me about photographs I had seen captured by a surfer of the inside of waves.  The photographer and surfer is Clark Little.  He shares his amazing photos and videos, I have never before seen anything like it.  Take a look at his website http://www.clarklittlephotography.com, you won’t be disappointed.  Let me know what you think of his work.  Kay

The Sea’s Gift

When I was sorting through papers the other day I came across a copy of one of my lost poems – one of my favourites.  So here it is …  The poems I have written to date are spontaneous as they come.  This one reflects the beneficial effect that walking by the sea can make to me.

The Sea’s Gift

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Swirling, swelling, choffing about

ever there, forever no doubt

Wondrous feeling, breezing hair

Visual landscape, no compare.

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Softly, seeping, lapping away

ever there, forever a day

Gentle ebbing, loving cure

Sensual feelscape, yet so pure.

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Twilight, twinkling, milling anew

ever there, forever for you

Heaven crying, flowing deep

Mystical dreamscape, I will keep.

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Sunshine warming, glist’ning delight

ever there, forever my might

Soulful cleansing, giving hope

Miracle seascape, I can cope.

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