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Climb Every Mountain

A view from the Pembrokeshire Coastal Path
After our mountain of visitors – nine over two weeks, eight of us altogether at peak times and, believe me, we have a dormer bungalow not a country mansion – I have a few mountains to climb (washing, ironing and putting bedding back in store) before I’m back in the swing of blogging. However, I also have heaps of very happy memories to treasure; like the sight of Ma’s face when she discovered that Santa had left a Christmas stocking on the end of her bed.

We had a sharp reminder of how very precious moments with family are at the end of December when we heard about a very bright light going out in this world. Her story is not mine to tell, but it certainly made me hold my loved ones closer. 


 But there was good news too; a reprieve, hopefully, even, an ‘all clear’ for my mother-in-law, new jobs, new plans and lots to look forwards to in this fresh new year. And after The Bad Back from Hell that drove me to the doctor, I even managed to join Rose, Si and Tom for some coastal path walking where the ups and downs are equally lovely.

Si, Rose and Tom brave the cold wind!

Me and Him

Comments

Jane Lovering said…
Gorgeous pics! And it's nice to hear that there were ups over Christmas, despite the downs. I mean lifewise, not during the walking...
Chris Stovell said…
Thank Jan. The life ups started with the new year so I hope it's a good sign.
Chris Stovell said…
Jan? Jan?? Sorry, Jane!
Flowerpot said…
Sounds like the new year is getting off to a good start Chris - take care and hope 2015 is a good one for you! x
Flowerpot said…
Sounds like the new year is getting off to a good start Chris - take care and hope 2015 is a good one for you! x
It looks like 2015 is off to a great start! I hope it continues that way. Onward and upwards!
Clare Chase said…
So glad your back cleared up enough to get out and about, Chris – lovely to see your pictures. Sounds as though life has been a real mix recently – may the good times reign during 2015!
Frances said…
Chris, this is a lovely post! It's grand to see how you and yours have gotten this new year off to a fine post.

(And best wishes on getting all that laundry sorted...Wow.)

xo
Pondside said…
Gorgeous photos - love the look of that wind! I know what you mean about laundry. I am still sorting and washing in my spare moments.
Kathryn Freeman said…
Wow, the scenery is stunning. I hope 2015 brings you happiness, success and good health. And that some of the mountains you get to climb are more exciting than the washing :-)
Chris Stovell said…
And to you, Sue x

I hope so, Chanpreet! x

Thank you, Clare - fingers crossed!x

The walk was lovely, Frances, as was the company - a 'memories are made of this' day!x

Dear Pondside, I'm sure you are... but where, where do you find those spare moments? All best to you.x

Kate, I wish the same to you - I'm sure you're going to have a fabulous writing year.x



Hope your 2015 is a happy, peaceful and prosperous one. With no clutter obviously!
Chris Stovell said…
Thank you, Elizabeth! Cx

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