I'm sorry I've left it so long to post up my holiday pics, and to let you know how it all went. Thanks soooooooo much though for all your lovely comments and kind words following the last blog – onwards and upwards definitely the watch words.
Well, Brighton was blustery but we had a ball Where we were staying was just off the seafront, but a bit of a walk to the pier and the Lanes, so we had quite a few bracing moments!! We ate well though, having devoured an Indian feast on the first night, followed by pub grub and a final night in Jamie's Italian. We toured The Lanes, and spent ages in the arcade on the pier, and even braved the beach bar on Saturday night – great fun! The next time we're all together will be at Lucy's wedding which of course is heading ever nearer…
On Bank Holiday Monday, the children headed home and Colin and I went first to see my mum and then to stay overnight with my sister. We had invested in a brand new Trivial Pursuit which we set up after supper, but yours truly only lasted the first 10 mins before falling asleep on the sofa – such a lightweight! Personally I blame the sea air….
On Tuesday Colin and I set off in the sunshine to Swanage. It was beautiful, and we found a lovely B&B and ate fishcakes and chips on the front. There's a dinky little pier there and on every one of the wooden slats making up the walkway is a bronze plaque with a mix of funny, poignant and sometimes romantic messages on them. Such a great thing to do I thought (heck of a job for those who polish them though!).
The next day we decided to take the steam train to Corfe Castle. It only takes about half an hour, is very bouncy and noisy, but great fun. The last time I had seen the castle was in 1972 from a field where I was camping with the girl guides. We'd pitched our tent on a slope unfortunately, and as the night was hot, and the tent brailed, we awoke to find Mai Mai Lillywhite wrapped around the flag pole in the middle of the field, having rolled out of the tent in the night
We had a guided tour around the ruins and had a fantastic view over the Dorset countryside from the top. From there we headed towards Lulworth Cove where Lucy had found us a little hotel just by the bay. The weather was corking, and Colin and I sat on the pebbles and watched the sea for several hours.
We had a lovely meal in a local hotel, and the next morning set off up the cliff path to Durdle Door… I think I thought I was fitter than I was, because although I made it there and back I felt absolutely shattered for the rest of the day. Mind you Portland Bill was our next stop and thanks to Charlie recommending the Lobster Pot Cafe there, we were fortified by a fabulous cream tea :)
Many calories later we climbed the 900 and something steps (its 136 feet high!) to the top of the lighthouse and we could see forever. Good job they have a spare bulb at the top – wouldn't fancy hacking down those stairs to get a spare one!
We drove on to Weymouth from there and decided to stay the night in one of the many colourful B&Bs that line the front. I've never been to Weymouth but we both loved it. A Victorian seaside town, it still has a Punch and Judy show daily and traditional deckchairs, which require a Mensa test to put up!
Friday morning dawned and we were treated to a cobalt blue sky and gentle breezes and Colin went a golden brown colour while I dozed in my cardigan We left just after lunch, and although the journey home was slow, the sun continued to shine and somehow it felt as though we'd been away far longer than a week…
I managed to get the washing out, and shopping in before Sunday when I opened my little front door to my friends from QVC It was so good to see them all and even though it was pouring with rain for most of the day, the sun came out for us towards teatime and everyone made the best of it.
Simon, Pipa, Claire, Jilly, Claudia and Sara all brought their children and it was amazing to have the cottage filled with their chatter and laughter. The grown ups chatter and laughter was equally therapeutic – I've missed them all so much….
I went for my radiotherapy mapping on the Monday and have to admit to being somewhat excited when they told me I was to have a tattoo! I thought my mum had been a tad conservative in opting for just two black dots and thought I might go for an orchid or something pretty. Ok, so it's a dot for a reason… although if you joined all three of my dots you'd get a kind of short pyramid…
I started radiotherapy this Monday, and although it's completely painless I'm not all that keen. It so bloomin' cold in the room (cos the machine heats up) and you have to stay absolutely still for about 10 mins.
I had an itch on my nose on the first day which was torture, and today I have a fabulously huge bruise across my chest where my port was taken out the day before, so keeping my arms above my head was a tad uncomfortable. That and my right arm with its bloomin' lymphodema which would put Popeye to shame… still three down and only 12 to go…
And now for the big news!!!! I am to make a speech at the Breast Cancer Care Fashion Show on the 5th October! So flattered to have been asked, and you'll be able to see it on the night of 12th October when QVC have their own Breast Cancer Care fundraising evening.
I'm planning to pop in that night to man the phones for a while, so do call in and we could have a chat! I'll write again before then because I may well need your help in choosing what to wear for the big night…. I'm thinking floor length hoodie at the moment
Sending you my love,