As today is a public holiday in Belgium, I've been enjoying a bonus day off, which was very welcome indeed. The weather wasn't up to scratch - it has been blowing a hoolie outside - so that we were forced to stay inside Dove Cottage's cozy confines and rest. Not an easy task to accomplish for a busy bee like me, so instead of spending the day lounging on the sofa all day, I've spent the morning making a tentative start with ticking off the holiday packing list and adding and subtracting to the longlist of my holiday wardrobe.
I'm feeling a bit brighter, and even if my batteries are still low, at least my cold sores are clearing up. As advised by one of my commenters, I've taking daily doses of Lysine and Vitamin C, and I've stocked up on Bach Rescue cream as recommended by Beate.
But before those early May days get lost into the mists of time, let me retrace my steps and take you back to the start of the month's first full week.
The weather on Monday the 5th of May was almost a carbon copy of Sunday's: grey, windy and with a measly 13°C registered on the thermometer. As usual on a Monday, a large part of the morning was spent catching up with work and dealing with all the sh*t which had come in on Friday and which my colleagues, both in Belgium and across the ocean, had kindly left for me to deal with.
Flush with my success at Sunday's flea market, I walked to the nearest Think Twice shop during my lunch break, where the latest of their famous sales was in full swing. I fell head over heels for this flouncy Diolen dress, which was mine for € 6. I love it so much that I roped in my double act to show it to you twice!
An improvement in the weather meant that it was sunny but still windy on Tuesday, with the mercury climbing to 17°C.
After running a lunch break errand, I had some time to spare before I was due back at the office. So what was I to do? Why not have a quick browse at Think Twice, particularly as sales prices had dropped to € 5 that day?
I was about to leave empty handed when I noticed a fellow shopper hanging back this gorgeous sage green cardigan. If I hadn't already been swayed by its colour and its stunning ajour pattern, it would have been the giant cuffs that insisted I hand over my € 5 without further delay.
The sun did another disappearing act on Wednesday and although the thermometer insisted on it being 17°C, the wind, which came straight from the north, made it feel quite a bit chillier.
On the bright side, we finally got rid of Jos's hospital bed, which was collected that morning. Jos had still been sleeping in it after his surgery while his bladder was recuperating, but now that things were back to normal, we desperately wanted our dining room back.
By the time I came home from work Jos had already reassembled our dining table, which had been stored in our basement. That evening we didn't waste any time collecting our Lloyd Loom style chairs from our neighbour Karin, who had been kind enough to give them a home in her garden room for all these months.
In order to mark the occasion, I decided to treat ourselves to a new set of cushion pads. I'd seen some chunky vanilla yellow ones in a pop-up shop on Antwerp's main shopping thoroughfares a couple of weeks earlier, so I went to pick them up during my lunch break. The only snag being that this particular shop is selling nothing but Christmas stuff from August onwards and that I therefore had to lug them home on the tram in a bag emblazoned with It's All About Christmas!
But they have been fully approved by Bess, who is clearly delighted to have her four cat beds chairs back and promptly forgot about the hospital bed which had been her playground for so many months.
I'm skipping Thursday to arrive at the start of another 3-day weekend on Friday the 9th, which was mostly sunny with highs of 19°C.
Although still quite windy, the temperature allowed for short sleeves again. Yet another King Louie which made its way into my wardrobe via a charity shop, the red and white floral top was paired with a vintage C&A skirt, whose faux patchwork pattern charmed me at Think Twice in July 2021.
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Both the shoes, which are from the Portuguese Kiarflex brand and the epitome of comfort, and the black floral necklace, were charity shop finds. I picked up the dusky pink stretchy belt from a high street shop a couple of weeks ago.
The brooch was one from my recent flea market haul. Apparently, the lady living behind the brooch's glass dome is wearing traditional Alsatian costume. She's got a sister wearing an as yet unidentified French regional costume, picked up from the indoor flea market many years ago.
In spite of the weather, the day's activities were mainly indoor ones. Now that the hospital bed was no longer blocking its access, I rearranged the big cupboard in the dining room, putting back everything l'd moved into one of the kitchen cabinets back in October.
Then I spent some time on the sofa with my then current read, Mary Webb's atmospheric novel Precious Bane, published in 1924. The story is set in rural Shropshire during the Napoleonic Wars and is narrated by the central character, Prue Sarn, whose life is blighted by having a cleft lip. Just like her earlier novel, Gone to Earth (1917) which I read in December 2023, it was a truly captivating read.
We were blessed with a deliciously Summery day on Saturday, when the mercury made its way to highs of 22°C.
Casting around for possible walking destinations, we decided to return to the wilderness. And no, we didn't mean Dove Cottage's garden ...
The wilderness in question is a nature reserve established on the former clay pits in Terhagen, a mere 15-minute drive away. The village of Terhagen is where Jos grew up, living in a tiny hamlet consisting of a row of workman's cottages called De Wildernis. No prizes for guessing its meaning ...
After the brickmaking industry fell into recline during the 1970s and 1980s, the area was reclaimed by nature and is now truly living up to its wilderness moniker.
Funnily enough, I was wearing almost exactly the same outfit I wore on a previous walk here in May 2023: a floaty pairs of floral trousers paired with a thin knit short-sleeved orange jumper and layered with a haori style cover-up. Both the trousers and cover-up were worn to prevent any blood-thirsty insects lying in wait from having a nibble at my bare arms and legs.
My green rhinestone enhanced bird brooch was yet another one I picked up from the flea market on Sunday, while the necklace was a Summer sales bargain in July 2023.
And exactly like we did two years ago, we set out without a map and obstinately refused to follow the numbered markers, so that it was almost inevitable that we got lost. It all started when we took the path straight ahead instead of turning left as indicated by the marker ...
We eventually arrived at the sandy plain which lies at the heart of the reserve, although we approached it from a different direction than we usually do, which further confused our already wobbly sense of direction.
After a couple of false starts, we located the path we usually arrive on, instantly recognizable by the arch created by a victim of a storm.
The markers we came across were of little use, as without a map we had no idea where exactly we were or even where we were headed. If we'd continued on the path we were on, we would end up at a different car park quite a distance from where we'd left our car. So we turned left as soon as we could, following a series of paths snaking between the trees which all virtually looked the same.
But then we came across another natural landmark we remembered from a previous walk. In fact, I sat and paused on this very same sturdy, low-hanging tree branch back in March 2021 (here) after which we were able to make our way back to civilization in the end :-)
Sure enough we arrived back at the path we started our walk on shortly afterwards. Must remember to bring a map next time, although there's no guarantee that it would prevent us from getting lost again.
There's no doubt we have been cultivating getting lost as an art form over the years.
Which reminds me of this snippet from T.S. Eliot's Little Gidding, the fourth and final poem of his Four Quartets, published in 1942:
"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive at where we started
And know the place for the first time."
