Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Among the Flutterby's

I read somewhere once, that the old English word for Butterflies was Flutterby's. I'm not sure how true this is, but I have no intention of learning otherwise because in my world, Butterflies are hereon known again as Flutterby's; the little pieces of fragile decorated living paper that they are, drifting about in the spring breeze like sycamore seeds. Another little snippet of trivia (this one completely true) is that the french word for a moth is 'Papillon de nuit' which translates as 'Nighttime Butterfly'. I love moths, for they are beautiful, silly little creatures who are slaves to the bright light and they remind me of autumn, camping and lamplit evenings in the garden. Alot of people are frightened by the little creatures, but for me they bring happiness, nostalgia and a sense of peace. When I see butterflies and moths, I know the weather is warm and balmy and that right now, I am most probably outdoors and very content indeed. 




Today, I saw my first flutterby's of the season. They were Cabbage Whites and they flipped and flapped about the canal path as I rolled along in the warm spring afternoon, my hand held firmly in Georges. Who was I to kid myself that I could love the winter? This is what I had been waiting for. The bluebells, the longer days and to finally feel the sun on my sleepy feet. Spring is the promise: the beginning of months of colour, warmth and a wagon load of outdoor adventures with the friends.


As much as I would love to return home to Cornwall for the Easter holidays, I must work instead to pay for all the things that don't really matter but I would like in my life anyway. Things like the maintaining of my custard car, Charlie, my food addiction and the potential trip to the Isles of Scilly that has been dominating my fantasies for the last two years. 

Instead, we learn how to pretend to live like the city folk, and we find ways to enjoy this beautiful town on the river. The canal tow path is my most favourite and precious haunt in Bath, I live only moments from it as it is but I'm delighted to announce that George and my first flat that we shall be moving into in August, is situated RIGHT BANG on the canal in Widcombe, so that the back of the property goes right onto the Lock. I'll be able to sit out on a rug and read stories on sunny evenings and watch the narrow boats go by. 





The sun was shining, and it was a shame the moths were sleeping because I'm sure it would have made them incredibly happy. Instead, I enjoyed the company of the day-time-moths ( our friends the flutterby's ) and took my roller skates out for a play. George would very much like some roller skates and often tries to squeeze his big man-feet into my little size 6's. He is much better than I, for I am not an accomplished skater as I don't have quite the same confidence on dry land as I do the sea. You see, the ground is a bit hard for my liking and I'm not quite so swag and cocky when potential bruises are involved. 



George is still yet to be swayed into joining me in my dreams of living on a narrow boat. Living in a flat by the canal is going to be as close as I can get (for now) but before I leave this beautiful river city, I WILL fulfill my personal dream. 





This part of the canal nearer to where I currently live is quite industrial and the warehouses on the side are incredible. Some of my favourite buildings in Bath, they have quirky little jutting rooms and over-hangs that make me think of wonky medieval tenements and towers. You know when you're a little kid, and you design crazy castles and cities with all sorts of curious bartizans and towers? Maybe it's just me, but I have a fascination with nooks and crannies and all manners of secret rooms.





















 Roof gardens. That is all 


This happened shortly after I was being all cool and rolling on one leg. I managed not to fall in the canal. The day was considered a success.





I wonder what the curvy room looks like on the inside? Isn't the old writing on the buildings just fascinating? I love the remnants of history, little secrets and souvenirs left to remind us of other times and other people that walked the same streets of us hundreds of years before.






With my car in Cornwall being repaired, I'm having to be more creative with my travel methods. My to-do list over the holidays involves going to Warleigh Weir, finding a bluebell wood and hitting the fair which is in town. I think my bike and skates are about to get alot more use and I'm about to get a whole lot fitter. These are all good things :)







So we are finally out of the bare, dreary and long woods that is winter. My heart is light again and filled with optimism and joy for all the loveliness that will fill our lives over the coming months and all the photosynthesising I will be able to do. Spring makes me want to learn all of the names of the butterflies and flora and spend my afternoons reading books in a meadow filled with wildflowers. The real world breaks through occasionally and reminds me that my fantasy is only a fantasy, so we go skating instead. Until that day when the world is perfect and the sort of place you see in those old 19th century romantic countryside paintings (the kind dad used to hang in our old house) we will have to make do and mend. Poldark is giving me too many fanciful ideas of how I should be living and I can't understand why I'm holed up in an attic analysing 21st century plays instead of riding a horse across the cliffs back home with my gown rippling in the wind. What is life. 
So what do you lovely lot do on sunny days in the city/town? I'm trying to imagine the summer in a place as busy and big as London, Manchester or even New York and I find myself wondering how the folk spend their warm afternoons there. Bath is a very small city and plonked happily in the countryside so I feel that I would be wrong in thinking I was getting the 'summer in the city experience'. It's almost like going to Saltash for the day and saying you've been on holiday to Cornwall :P 




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  1. So jealous of your roller skating skills, I can't even stand still in them without falling over, I have no balance and I'm a bit of a wuss!

    The canal looks absolutely gorgeous! When I lived in London long hot days were the best - there's actually a lot of green space in London and if you can find yourself in a quiet park it doesn't feel like you're in the capital. I lived in Wimbledon which was pretty peaceful and there were some lovely walks around there to do!

    x

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    1. I've got a long way to go :P I have very poor balance and coordination and have no knowledge on how to stop them so usually I go rolling at top speed into some solid object. There's often pain >.<

      In the summer last year, my photography class went to London quite a few times for the exhibitions and we often spent the hot sunny days relaxing in the many lovely parks :) I remember when I was little, I even went swimming in the Trafalgar fountains! (Not sure we'd get away with that these days)

      Thankyou for the kind words

      xxx

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  2. Your posts always fill me with happiness and warmth. Living by the canal sounds wonderful! As does spending days in flowery meadows reading books and learning butterfly names. I wish I could spend all of my summer days like that. Best of luck with planning the move :)

    Deimante x

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    1. Thankyou Deimante! ♥ ♥ ♥ I'm so glad they make warmness ^.^ Hopefully like a campfire? :D

      xxx

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  3. Hello there!
    What a pretty blog post! I love your bright, sunny style and whimsical fun. I also confess to laughing a little at your horrified expression when about to fall!
    Indeed, butterflies apparently WERE called flutterbies, I've heard that before too.
    I haven't been to Cornwall for a couple of years (we used to go there all the time as children- indeed, my Mum picked up my sister's and my name in Cornwall! I'm Kerenza, incidentally!) the last time was to Penzance to an amazing place called Prussia Cove which I loved so I can understand your yearning to go there! I'm going to Totness in Devon in a few weeks so I suppose, I'm almost there!

    Anyway, tis lovely to meet you!
    x

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    1. It is equally lucky to meet you too Kerenza!

      That is indeed a very Cornish name! isn't it a deviation from the Cornish word Kensa, which means love? I know the word love is snuck into Kerenza somehow :P I'm glad I'm not the only one who heard the Flutterby tale!
      Prussia Cove is SO LOVELY! My boyfriends stepmum told me about all the smuggling stories from there and they have awesome stone so we go there quite alot because his family are geology enthusiasts :P
      I have a friend from Totnes (another awesome place!) Thanks for dropping by :D Send me a link to your blog? I love meeting other bloggers :) ♥

      Much love xxx

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    2. Hi! Thanks for the kind comment (and the follow!) - just waded down my inbox and found it! Yes, Kerenza, I was told, means 'love and peace'.
      AHAAHAHAHA, I KNEW there would be smuggling stories attached to Prussia Cove- I spent hours in the house (IMS Prussia Cove) searching for hollow panels, priest holes and secret passages. Alas, I haven't been able to go back with my orchestra because of being a teacher and not being able to get the time off, sigh, I'd definitely search for caves next time!
      My sister is called Clowance, another Cornish name- do you know anyone by that name? We've never heard of another one but I know and have met at least 8 other Kerenza/Kerensa/Karenza/Carenzas!!!
      x

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    3. I've never yet met a person called Clowance but there's a place called Clowance that I have been to :D
      Being a teacher is a lovely thing to be ^.^ My boyfriend is currently training to be a primary school teacher :) The course I hear is very difficult though!
      I do love Cornish names ^.^ I think if I ever have children, they will most definitely have Cornwall as a theme in their naming! :D
      xxx

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  4. Awww your outfit is adorable and it looks like you had so much fun!

    Mademoiselle-Lala.com

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    1. Thankyou! :D It's a topshop dress with a fatface winter sale flannelette top :) I love being outdoors so any afternoon spent under the sky is a fun one to me ^.^

      Sarah xxo

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  5. This is such a cute, fun post! You are adorable. I would definitely have fallen in the canal!

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    1. Thankyou Becky! There were definitely a few near misses, that's for sure :P xxx

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  6. This is so adorable! I absolutely wish I could rollerskate but I fall over just walking normally :') Your photos are so beautiful as well what camera/editing software do you use? :)

    hellomissjordan.blogspot.co.uk xx

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    1. Thankyou! It's definitely a work in progress for me (the roller skating that is) :P
      My Camera is a Nikon D610 and I generally use photoshop just to dodge and burn here and there if there's an overexposed spot and play with curves however the 50mm f.1/4 lens that I have for that camera is pretty dang good and I could get by without editing at all ^.^
      My boyfriend works with me on my little photography business (Salty Sea Photography) and so he's the one who gets the credit of taking photo's where I'm in them :P I take all the rest because I prefer being behind the camera than actually being in the shot :P
      I used to shoot on a NikonD3000 which is really easy to use and a far more suitable budget (I saved up months for my D610) but Nikon is such a great brand and their cameras easy to learn, I would always recommend them ^.^

      xxx

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