Banishing the doldrums, Anglesey Abbey and a weekend with friends
I’ve been in a bit of a funk this past month. I’m not sure what it’s about. I’m hoping it’s just January blues (I do get a bit sad in a lack of light and sun) but it could also be starting a new and uncertain job freelancing, struggling to settle down into a routine, the lack of sleep I’ve been getting or the complete lack of motivation and focus I’ve been feeling. It’s not like me. But I’m not one for moping so I’ve been going to the gym (probably not enough), I’ve been out socialising (maybe too much – I’ve not been home the last three weekends in a row), I’ve baked cakes, I’ve been out walking and taking photos, I’ve visited museums and gardens, I’ve been eating healthier. And, yes, amongst all that I have even been working. But nothing helped. I just felt grey. A bit like the weather. Last week in particular felt like the pits. But I know I have no real reason to be down. Other people have blogged (beautifully) in the last month about far sadder things – here and here. I know I have a lot to be happy about. So enough of the therapy session. I am starting to feel sunnier you’ll be relieved to know. Last month’s issue is done, it’s the start of a new month, I have a holiday to look forward to, it’s soon the start of a new [Chinese] year (it’s going to be the year of the rabbit – hopefully more mellow, gentler and softer than this last tiger year).
Here are a few of the little things that helped to lift me up over the weekend…
I went to Anglesey Abbey on Friday. I was a bit too early for the best of the snowdrops but it felt good to visit a place I have been meaning to for a while. I thought it was nice enough, although the garden wasn’t particularly doing it for me on this occasion. It might have been because I had high expectations for the winter garden and my mind wasn’t blown. It felt like there was no soul. A bit plonked, enclosed and linear. Am I being harsh? Perhaps it’s more reflective of my state of mind and the fact that I was freezing cold. I’d like to revisit. Despite falling below expectations, a garden stop and fresh air was a great set-up for the weekend. A few of my favourite views from the trip:
Then it was onto a friend’s place for the evening. She’d shipped her boys and husband off for the weekend and the four of us girls had the place to ourselves. It was relaxed and comfortable – as only old friends can be (we’ve all known each other since school). We drank, we ate, we talked. T made us the most perfect beef Wellington for dinner:
The next day we had a lie-in before going for rather more retail therapy than any of us had expected. My haul included finding a gorgeous scarf. Which I love. It was called ‘Garden Geek’ on the tag. I was sold: