More days of leisure

Can you believe we are in August already? I certainly can't, particularly since I'm feeling that the month of July has largely passed me by. The reason for this will soon become clear, but as my blog's feet are still firmly planted in the final week of June, let's make a start with that, shall we.

It was Wednesday the 25th of June, and I'd woken up with a whopper of a headache. I'd also been suffering from recurring bouts of unexplained toothache for a while, which I initially put down to the dentist's rigorous cleaning of my super sensitive teeth a couple of weeks earlier. As this has happened to me before, I wasn't unduly worried at first.  However, when the pain seemed to be getting worse, I'd called the practice to make an appointment, only to be told that the first available slot was on the 1st of August. Unfortunately, my dentist, who is semi-retired and has closed her private practice a couple of years ago, is now only working at a group practice one and a half days a week, so that there's always a bit of a wait. It's no use trying anywhere else, as it's nigh on impossible to find a dentist who is prepared to accept new patients. 

So, the only thing left to do was taking painkillers when necessary and making the most of the pain-free periods, which were still quite plentiful at that time. Sometimes whole strings of days went by without any sign of pain at all!  

However, that Wednesday wasn't such a day and as this was supposed to be my week of leisure I was feeling a bit sorry for myself. Most of the morning was spent lying on the sofa in my dressing gown, but at least I was in good company!

Both headache and toothache had taken a backseat by late morning, so that I could finally indulge in one of my favourite pastimes: picking my outfit for the day.

I'd earmarked one of the skirts I'd charity shopped the other day for its first outing. And what a joy it was to wear, having a high Swoosh Factor, as Sheila would say. 

Rooting in my shelves of tops, I happened upon this orange and blue leaf-patterned one, a charity shop find back in 2022, which tied in with the skirt's colours perfectly. 

The blue and orange theme set, I selected an orange stretchy belt with a massive enamelled buckle - last year's high street sales bargain - and a charity shopped necklace featuring chunky blue stones. Although both are barely visible in the photos, I was also wearing a blue plastic ring and navy sandals, both of which had their origins on the high street. Looking at the photos, it now dawns on me that I wasn't  wearing a brooch!

We spent the afternoon running some errands and nipping into the charity shop in Mechelen for a quick rummage. Here, I found a teal cherry patterned King Louie maxi dress and a belt which matches the cherries almost exactly. Again, it was the unusual buckle which cinched the deal.

Thursday was a pain-free day, with a drop in temperature from Wednesday's high twenties to a much more bearable 23°C. The day's mix of sunshine and clouds was accompanied by a welcome breeze, which managed to cool things down considerably in Dove Cottage's stifling upstairs rooms.

This enabled me to make a start with the flea market preparations, tackling the bags of clothes I'd put aside over the past year, assessing them for their saleability and pricing them. There were still a couple of boxes of unsold items left from last year, so that surveying the heap of clothes I'd labelled, I was starting to wonder how I'd fit it all on my one and only clothing rack ...

The afternoon was spent going for a long overdue walk in our beloved Middelheim as, shamefully, we hadn't been there since April!

We left our car in the large car park catering for Middelheim as well as its neighbouring parks and entered the Human Nature zone of the park. 

Once inside, one's eye is instantly drawn to the striking group of fountain sculptures taking pride of place in the formal Hortiflora garden (above, bottom left and top right and below, top left and bottom right). The sculptures' collective name is Adrift (2023) and are a creation of the French artist Camille Henrot (°1978), who had a solo exhibition here in the summer of 2022.

Henry Moore's King and Queen (1952) is a favourite, which I can't help catching on camera whenever we're here. 

Henry Moore often combined forms from nature with the human figure—in this case, bony structures and royal heads. Moore felt his sculptures were best viewed in natural settings, such as Middelheim Museum.

I was wearing a fuchsia crinkly cotton tiered skirt I found at Think Twice back in March. The retro style top with its naive flower print is by Zoë Loveborn and was a high street buy many years ago. My blush pink stretchy belt was a recent fast fashion buy, which has already earned its stripes in the meantime. 

My necklace, which is vintage and came from a Welsh antiques centre, picks up the pops of orange in the top's print, while my brooch - yet another high street find - echoes the pink of the flowers almost exactly.

We paused for outfit photos in Het Huis (transl. The House), a half- open pavillion designed for temporary exhibitions and opened in 2012. For the past couple of years it had been home to Birdcalls by the American artist Louise Lawler, in which, using her own voice, she sounds out the names of twenty-nine well-known artists. 

This is what was there instead ...

Shiny polyester sausages form a disturbing scene. A white sausage hangs from a rope, while a black and brown sausage lie cut open on the ground. 

This work, which is by the Antwerp based German artist Kati Heck (°1979) is called Dabei sein ist Alles. Dating from 2006, it used to be elsewhere in the park. The polyester sculptures are at once funny and endearing, but they also have something tragic and gruesome about them.

For this new installation in Het Huis, the artist came up with some extras. The photo of the bride standing between two grotesque sculptures is by the Belgian photographer and performance artist Ria Pacquée (°1954) and is called The Girl Who Was Never Asked to Marry. 

The apple vending machine (above, top left and bottom right) seemed to be part of the installation as well ...

Further artworks we met that day were:

- Summer Breeze (2020) by Belgian sculptor Peter Rogiers (°1967) - top left

- Bambatha I (2023) by South African visual artist Zanele Muholi (°1972) - top and bottom centre

- Große Badende (Great Bather, 1971) by German sculptor Wieland Förster (°1930) - top right

Friday's weather was almost a carbon copy of Thursday's. Thankfully, it was another day when my head and teeth were on their best behaviour.

The charity shops provided most of the day's outfit, except for the brooch, which was a flea market find, and my favourite and super comfortable tomato red sandals, which were a post-Lockdown sales bargain in the Summer of 2020. 

With a heatwave forecasted for the days ahead, I made the most of the moderate temperatures to do some more flea market preparation, making sure I had sufficient clothes hangers and making a start with curating my stash of cast-off jewellery, belts, shoes and bags. 

We even drove down to an interior and accessories shop on the outskirts of the nearby town of Lier. Here, our mission, to find a second clothing rack for our flea market stall, was completed successfully. 

The temperature was already on the up on Saturday the 28th of June, with the mercury climbing to 29°C.

The day was spent pottering and watering the plants in their pots and baskets, followed by a longish siesta after lunch.

The giraffe print skirt I'd scored earlier that week came out to play, as did one of the belts I'd found on the same day. 

My label-less t-shirt top was a charity shop find too, having joined my wardrobe when I fell head over heels with its Art Deco-style print in December 2022.

To keep the giraffe in my skirt company, I pinned a vintage leopard brooch - picked up from the indoor flea market in November 2019 - to my top. The funky necklace with its wooden and plastic beads has been in my collection forever, bought from Accessorize when they briefly had a shop in Antwerp back in the mists of time.

And then Sunday, my final day of leisure, arrived, giving us a taste of what was to come by heating things up to 30°C. 

It was another day of gentle pottering, reading and napping, as well as mentally preparing myself for my return to work, which I wasn't exactly looking forward to. What with our scuppered plans and my toothache throwing a spanner in the works from time to time, my batteries definitely weren't fully recharged.

Trying to stay as cool as possible was the order of the day, so I dug out this plunge-necked chevron striped summer dress by the defunct Belgian Who's That Girl label. Like most of the items I own by this label, it was acquired via a charity shop. 

I'll be making a start with what I've been doing  - and most importantly what I've been wearing - in July in my next post, but for now, let me put your minds at rest. 

After my toothache got really bad in the second half of July, it was clear that waiting for my 1st of August appointment would be out of the question. Thankfully, the practice had had a cancellation, so that I was able to see my dentist on the 22nd July. It took an X-Ray of my upper right teeth to find the culprit, which, as it wasn't salvageable, was duly removed. I'm happy to report that all is well and I have been pain-free ever since!

And on that note, I bid you goodbye for now. Hope to see you soon!

Days of leisure

On Saturday 21st of June we came home from our little sojourn in Poperinge to hot weather, a happy Bess and thirsty patio plants. After a thorough watering of the latter and unpacking a handful of essentials, we left the rest of our luggage for another day and spent most of the afternoon not doing very much at all.

As the temperature had climbed to 30°C by now, I was feeling hot and sweaty after our journey, which wasn't helped by the sauna-like conditions of Dove Cottage, which hadn't had an airing for a week. A quick rummage through the hot weather section of my wardrobe unearthed this lightweight green cotton kaftan style dress. 

Charity shopped at the tail end of last Summer, this was actually its very first outing. To make up for its long wait on the rails, I lived in it for two days running.

We'd brought one of the delicious salads from the local supermarket in Proven - one of Poperinge's sattelite villages - for our evening meal on Saturday, but needed to stock up to replenish our bare cupboards on Sunday morning, buying the ingredients for that night's Salade Niçoise among other things.

With the temperature still stuck at 30°C nothing strenuous was on the menu that day, and we joined Bess for a long siesta in the afternoon.

As I'd taken two weeks off work as usual, I still had a full week of leisure to look forward to. While in our cottage we'd tossed around some ideas, including a day trip to Bruges and being tourists in our own town for a day. In the end, none of these plans came to fruition, as we preferred not to stray too far from home and to take each day as it came.

Courtesy of a deliciously cool night, the mercury had dropped to the low 20s on Monday, the sun playing a game of tag with the clouds for most of the day.

After a morning of pottering, making a start with the unpacking and doing the first of a series of wash loads, we drove down to Duffel for a rummage in the charity shop followed by a walk in the park. Always contrary, I'll tell you about the latter first!

Starting our walk by circumnavigating the largest of the ponds, we spotted a heron at the water's edge.  I'm sure it had spotted us as well, but it was kind enough to indulge me by making me come close enough for a photo.

The starting point of my outfit of that day was the green embroidered linen blend skirt I queued for the better part of 20 minutes for during Zara's summer sale in July 2022. I never regretted its purchase as it has become a true summer staple, worn with many different companions over the years.

Wearing it with this Finnish peasant-style blouse - picked up from Think Twice in June 2023 - was a first though, but definitely one worthy of repeating. Aren't they a match made in heaven?

Both the big bird brooch and the green wooden necklace by the Belgian Les Cordes label were charity shopped, while the stretchy belt was a recent Think Twice find.

The hot weather combined with the lack of rain in the last couple of months had turned some of the grass into hay, particularly in the field at the edge of the park where a baby stone circle lives. Nothing prehistoric about it whatsoever: it's fairly recent and seems to commemorate some kind of village milestone. 

The park used to have imaginatively planted herbaceous borders, which unfortunately, and for reasons which remain a mystery, were dug up a couple of years ago. There's still a great variety of flowering shrubs, though, with quite a few Hydrangeas, now in their prime, among them.

The vegetation was still relatively lush and green at the water's edge in this, the first of the summer months, with the trees across the pond donning their best verdant hues, which they will gradually and inescapably lose over the coming months.

Suitably refreshed of mind and body, and flush with our success at the charity shop, we returned home. 

This is what found its way into my basket, starting with my favourite find, a pair of wide-legged silk-blend Fab India trousers, closely followed by a no-label giraffe print midi skirt.

Although I've got plenty of belts, I can never resist a good old rummage through a box of them, adding no less than three to my collection. Only the pewter coloured stretchy one with its linked metal buckle hasn't been worn yet at the time of writing.

The jewellery display yielded a red wood and metal necklace and a pair of translucent plastic ones in chartreuse and turquoise. Not that I needed any more necklaces either ...

My final find was done in the book aisles. As I'd just finished my previous read, I started The Dive from Clausen's Pier by Ann Packer that very same day. The novel tells the story of Carrie Bell, a 23-year old woman who is engaged to her high school boy friend. Unhappy in the relationship, she is considering ending it when her fiancé Mike dives off Clausen’s Pier into shallow water and breaks his neck. Although I had my doubts at first, I thought it was an excellent and absorbing read.

Tuesday 24th of June brought a mix of sunshine and clouds, with a light shower thrown in around midday. The temperature was on the up again, though, effortlessly reaching the forecasted 25°C for that day. 

One of the upsides of a week off work without any definite plans is the amount of aimless pottering one can indulge in, not to mention having oodles of time to spend in front of ones wardrobe(s) dithering over what to wear.

I found the cotton, grooviliciously patterned skirt I was wearing at Think Twice last August and thought I'd found it its perfect patterned in the t-shirt I'd paired it with on its first outing. However, the t-shirt's latex printed red chevrons had rubbed off and all but ruined my belt by the end of the day, after which I showed it what's what by relegating it to the bin. No second chances for that one!

Still keeping to red to echo the pops of red in the skirt, I selected my red and white flower sprinkled King Louise blouse, charity shopped back in the mists of time. To its collar I pinned a tiny vintage summer hat brooch decorated with red and blue flowers. A flea market find, if I remember correctly.

Both the blue beads and the red belt were charity shop finds. The eagle-eyed among you may recognize the belt as one of Monday's haul!

We'd purposely waited to replace the spent contents of our hanging basket - the sorry remains of its spring planting of daffs and pansies - until we were back from our holiday, so that was our afternoon outing sorted. 

At the garden centre, we selected some purple and cream Surfinias for the basket, as well as a Begonia and pots of Dianthus, Coreopsis and Astrantia to brighten up the passageway and the plant table under the awning outside our back door.

As we drove past our local charity shop on our way home, we stopped for a quick rummage. Surely, it would have been silly not to!

The gods of the charity shops delivered once more, spoiling me with two retro-style skirts (the birds and leaves print one is by Fever London) and a quirkily printed blouse by the defunct Belgian Who's That Girl label.

Back at home, I planted up everything we brought back from the garden centre and gave all the pots a good soaking. 

In spite of the heatwave temperatures during our week away, nothing seemed to have suffered much, except for the strawberries, which I had to cut back completely ... No worries though, as it produced new shoots within the day. Whether it will still produce any berries this year remains to be seen, though. 

So, that was it for now! As my week off wasn't nearly finished yet, I'll be back with more tales of leisure in a couple of days. 

See you soon!

Of frogs and towers

Hello friends and readers, and welcome to the third and final episode of my mini-travelogue. Thank you for bearing with me while I've spent the past week recovering from last Sunday's flea market - which went well, by the way! - and - yes, I admit - honing my procrastination habits! I had Monday off which meant a lot of catching up at the office on Tuesday. And then I had to go into the office for a couple of hours on my usual Friday off as my colleague is currently on holiday. 

But it's time I get my skates on, as my blog has only just passed the month of June's half-way point, with our week away slowly but surely receding into the mists of time.

Wednesday - we were the 18th of June by now - promised to be another day during which the sun would be working overtime and on which the temperature would easily reach the forecasted highs of 25°C.

Our view towards the Franco-Flemish hills was bathed in a veil of haze and much to our surprise the resident heron wasn't joining us for breakfast at its usual hour. In its place on the tangle of dead branches a cormorant sat drying its wings after its morning catch of fish (above, top left). Its toilette completed, the majestic bird flew off, its place swiftly taken over by the heron, with whom it must have had some sort of agreement.

Both our breakfast and toilette completed, we were ready for the day's adventure! Armed with another picnic and a walking map of the area we got into our car and drove to De Palingbeek. At over 230 hectares, this is the largest Provincial Domain in the West of Flanders, situated on the outskirts of Ypres, and just over 20 kilometers from Poperinge.

There are several car parks to start one's walk from but, just like we did on our previous visit in September 2023, we opted for the easy-to-find one near the domain's visitor centre. After finding a shady spot for our car, we confidently set off on our intended walk. But not before having a nosey in the Bijenhal (bee hall), an educational apiary comprising of five hives maintained by the local beekeepers' association. With the ecological kitchen gardens on their doorstep, the bees are definitely living their best lives!

After leaving the bee hall, we had our first hurdle at the first numbered marker we came across: the number 62 it was directing us to seemed to be missing on our map! With our tendency of getting lost even with the aid of a map this would have been a recipe for disaster! Thankfully, the visitor centre came to our rescue with a more recent version of our hopelessly outdated map.

That settled, we started walking into the direction of the now no longer elusive number 62, when we were  temporarily distracted by the deafening sound of loudly croaking frogs emanating from a duckweed covered pool. Any attempts to try and catch some of the creatures on camera was futile, so I made a little video for you to enjoy! Make sure to crank up the volume!

De Palingbeek is a patchwork of pools and marshes, old and young woodlands, orchards and flower meadows, lawns and playgrounds. Obviously we were keen to avoid the latter, so we mainly kept to the woodland paths, where we encountered plenty of wildlife which, apart from the noisy gang of frogs and a plethora of songbirds, were mostly of the carved wood variety.

Apparently, there are 3000 different species of animals who have made the Palingbeek their habitat. Each year one of these is picked as "animal of the year", the lucky one in 2025 being the frog!

As lunchtime was fastly approaching we were desperate for a sit-down and a bite to eat, so we started looking for a suitable bench to have our picnic on, our only condition being that it was in a quiet and shady spot. 

Consulting our map, we saw that we were nearing Astrolab Iris, an observatory located within the domain, the map showing a small area with picnic tables opposite the building itself. Much to our dismay, though, the only table in the shade was taken up by a French couple playing a game of cards. But then we found a completely deserted table, which could easily accomodate a dozen people, in the observatory building's courtyard. We were just about to unpack our picnic when one of the domain's gardeners turned up, soon to be followed by his colleagues. Not wanting to rob them of their designated spot for lunch, we packed up and continued our search.

We finally found our shady bench opposite Hedge Row Trench Cemetery, one of the Commonwealth War Cemeteries within the domain. We'd been here before, in September 2023, when we approached it from a different direction. Back then, there was a row of haversacks displayed on pedestals next to the cemetery, each containing the personal belongings of a fallen soldier buried here. The items were preserved behind plastic: a white handkerchief, a field shovel, a water bottle, a tin of corned beef and a torch to name but a few. These were now gone, so that at first I thought this was a different cemetery altogether.

There is indeed yet another military cemetery a hundred meters or so down a grassy path from Hedge Row Trench. This is First DCLI Cemetery, The Bluff, which takes its name from the Duke of Cornwall's Light Infantry. 

The narrow ridge known as The Bluff was one of the few places where the Allies held higher ground than their opponents. For this reason, at the end of 1915 and throughout 1916, the Germans attempted to capture the position.  As a result, it was the scene of several underground explosions and heavy fighting, culminating on 25 July 1916 in a massive explosion which blew away the top of the mound and replied by the British in December 1916 with mines of their own. 

The burials here, a total of 76, with 13 of them unidentified, date from April-July 1915.

A quick look at my outfit before we continue our walk. My beloved chambray skirt came out to play again, this time paired with a zig-zag patterned top charity shopped last Summer. The green stretchy belt with its bamboo buckle was a high street shop sales bargain a year earlier.

Emerging from the woods, we were faced with a patchwork of fields which offered a view of the towers of Ypres (above, top right). A sandy path meandered along the fields until, shortly before reaching our final destination at the infamous number 62, we came across a grassy area presided over by a rather splendid wooden owl sculpture.

While Jos was resting his feet on a conveniently placed - and shady - bench, I decided to keep the owl company by reclining on the grass.

Our walk completed without any further hiccups - miracles do happen! - we returned to the cottage for a well-deserved siesta. 

By then, we still hadn't heard back from my brother and his girlfriend. But then it suddenly dawned on me that one of my brother's friends had once supplied me with his girlfriend's phone number. Just as notorious as my brother for her aversion to mobile phones, I nevertheless decided to take my chances and sent her a message ...

Our evening meal that day was a delicious cold platter we'd picked up at a small local supermarket, consisting of baked salmon, hard boiled eggs, potato salad and plenty of veggies. Yummy! 

The weather gods had cranked up the thermostat to 27°C on Thursday. We had plans of a different kind that day, for which we drove down (or rather, up) to the Kemmelberg, at 156 meters the highest hill in Flanders. Courtesy of another batch of diversion caused by roadworks, our Satnav finally managed to get us to our destination in a roundabout way. I decided I would be able to do better on our return journey, and I actually did!

Our destination was the Belvédère  observation tower, which is the undisputed eye-catcher at the top of the hill. A previous attempt to visit the tower a couple of years ago was thwarted by the fact that it was closed at the time because the restaurant it belonged to was declared bankrupt. 

I was happy to read that last year the owner of the property and the municipality of Heuvelland (the collective name of the eight villages lying in the hilly country south of Poperinge) had come to an agreement so that the tower could once again be opened to the public.

Climbing the enclosed winding concrete staircase wasn't a problem for vertigo-suffering yours truly, but I instantly experienced the tell-tale wobbly legs even as we emerged on the loggia beneath the actual platform on top. Still, I forced myself to get my act together and climb on.

170 metres above sea level, the views are breathtaking.  You can see as far as 40 km and even further with the binoculars supplied, although it was a tad too hazy for a clear view.

Reading that the restaurant has recently been taken over and re-opened, and that the owners have plans to restore the tower to its former glory, we were glad to have made the effort, as it might well be closed for the duration next time we're here.

Before we descend to ground level once more, here's a potted history of the tower. From the late 19th century onwards, the West Flemish hill country became popular as a tourist region. The area was mainly visited by the bourgeoisie from northern France - we are just a stone's throw from the border here - and in 1889, a picturesque observation tower was built on top of the Kemmelberg.  This was a brick tower topped with a wooden platform and a bear cage built into its base as an additional attraction. 

After being destroyed during the First World War, the tower was rebuilt in 1924, together with an adjoining house and taproom. The Belvédère observation tower was listed as a monument in 2004.

My outfit, consisting of my fast fashion turned slow jumpsuit which has been going strong since its purchase in 2018, was selected especially to climb those stairs!

Back on safe ground, we paid a brief visit to the 18 metre-high column, popularly known as "The Angel", a French memorial erected in 1932 to commemorate the heavy fighting which took place here in April 1918. 

 

Then we retrieved our picnic from the car and embarked on a short numbered walk of just over one kilometre. Well, short it may very well have been, but we're talking about Flanders' highest hill here, and what goes down must come up! And there wasn't a single bench to have our picnic on either ...

We did make a slight detour to the row of bunkers below the Lettenberg - a spur of the Kemmelberg - which was the most important British observation post in the sector. Towards the end of 1916, British engineers and tunnellers started excavating an underground headquarters complex here. The concrete bunkers which gave access to these have now been restored. There are four shelters built in reinforced concrete. 

Back at the car, we decided against having a car picnic and drove back to the cottage instead, installing ourselves on the rustic wooden chairs beneath the balcony. The perfect place for a picnic in the shade!

It was while we were having our usual siesta that I finally heard back from my brother's girlfriend. Apparently they were no longer at the brewery complex, having found a place in the south of France where they will be staying until November. Donna, you were right! And no, I've no idea why my brother never told me. Even my sister, whom he is much closer to in age, wasn't aware of his whereabouts ...

Suitably restored after our siesta, we drove down to Poperinge as we both had a craving for waffles!

And then our final day dawned! With temperatures nudging 30°C, which unfortunately triggered one of my migraines, it was to be a day of indolence. After stocking up on more of those delicious cold platters - the baked salmon substituted by smoked salmon and fresh asparagus rolled in ham respectively - we didn't leave the cottage again until mid-afternoon, having another picnic beneath the balcony (above, top left and centre). 

After a leisurely stroll through Poperinge's Dirk Frimout park (named after a local astronaut who was the first Belgian in space), we plonked ourselves down on the terrace of one of the cafés lining the market square, where we enjoyed a dish of cheese cubes and some alcohol free beers.

As we will be back here in the first week of September - at that time just under two and a half months away - we weren't feeling as wistful as we usually do when watching the world go by on our little balcony that evening.

Goodbye, lawnmowers, we will be back soon!