How time flies…
Well it feels like forever since I have written. We knew August was going to be busy, but how quickly August slipped into September and all of a sudden there goes October and we’re nearing Halloween. I can’t keep up with the time. Inca’s legs seem to get longer by the day and sadly Atlas is pronouncing more and more words correctly ~ my little people are growing up quicker than I would like.
I have spent weekends at markets, evenings painting my new pantry and Lord knows what happens day to day, each one feels like a blur. We were on our own last week, just the three of us. As much as we miss our fourth musketeer, I relish the challenge of doing it all alone. I’m at my best when knee deep in work, washing, PTA meetings and pantry building.
On Saturday morning we were out before the sun rose to deliver a custom scented candle to an art studio over near Daymer Bay. The children were ecstatic, watching the sat nav and adding up all the road numbers to reach a score of 3489 or thereabouts. We needed to get out early as we had to get to market for eight o’ clock, from home to Daymer is around half an hour and from Daymer to Truro is a good fifty minutes, so they scoffed their malted wheats at dawn and slipped on their warmest socks and wellies ready for a long day with Mummy at work.
We arrived at market, with plenty of time to set up, after arguing between each other about who carries Mummy’s soap boxes and who carries the candles, we were finally ready to sell. With freezing cold fingers, Inca and Atlas trotted off to the bakery stall to get themselves a pain au chocolat and sat on a bench watching the cows, dropping flakes of pastry to a patient spaniel drooling in anticipation on their green rubber-clad toes. It was a quiet market, but there are worse places to stand for the day. I sold enough to get us pasta shells for dinner and grabbed some beautiful vegetables and delicious smoked cheese at the end of the market. Home we went to unpack before heading out for a stroll down to the forest before dinner at Inca’s request. We saw a heron, hundreds of ducks and three young deer. The three of us stood quietly watching the three of them staring straight back at us.
Sunday we decided to take a slower pace, we made a ‘welcome home daddy’ cake in our pyjamas, I cleaned the house and cut the grass and then we bundled up for a walk along the clifftops to spot seals before a round of golf and roast dinner in the afternoon. We snuggled in the big bed watching David before tired little eyes gave in and slipped into sleep whilst I painted Christmas decorations for markets to come. Absolute heaven. I hadn’t told them that Daddy was coming back early and when they woke for school he would be home to cuddle and kiss them. In hindsight, I hadn’t thought through the fact that when Atlas climbed into bed as he inevitably does at three o’ clock in the morning, he would be so elated to discover Daddy home that he, from that point onwards, would recite his whole week’s events out loud until sunrise.
So, here we are October. The leaves are on the ground, some clinging to their limbs for a while longer and precariously dangling overhead. There are strong winds to come, so I’m sure by the end of the week the hedgehogs will have plenty of new homes in which to begin their hibernation.