What on earth am I going to do when I grow up?

We have had our holidays!  It didn’t rain! Hardly at all!   We kayaked, swam and surfed and chilled out.  Paul did no painting and I read John McCarthy’s and Jill Morrell’s book Some Other Rainbow, which was surprisingly uplifting. I am not a great reader – I don’t remember any childhood books apart from Rumble and Chuff and I have to admit to secretly reading the Famous Five books from time to time. I usually have one of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series on the go, books with many layers to sift through over multiple readings.

Exploring caves

I prefer to be outside in the summer – I am always anxious that I haven’t packed in enough outdoor times and it might be cold and dark before I know it. I find it impossible to stay indoors on a summer’s evening and recently picked blackcurrants until I couldn’t see them.  I am making wine for the first time.  I shall need to be patient.

Our garden also produces raspberries in abundance.  Every year I am shocked by the amount as I do very little to tend them.  The sparrows have had a few chomps at them  but I don’t mind as we have been entertained by the ever-growing family all this year. They hide in the honeysuckle and have frequent noisy rows.

Enormous raspberries

I am still swimming often – probably more than most normal people.  I am going to swim across to Drake’s Island and back soon – joining an organised event in aid of The Chestnut Appeal for Prostate Cancer.  We leave from Royal William Yard at 9.30 am on Sunday 7th August.  Please look at Rosie’s Drake’s Island Swim page if you would like to donate a couple of pounds to a worthwhile, local, men’s charity.

 I am a summer person – I don’t look forward to the autumn.  I can’t even listen to California Dreamin’ after July without feeling sad.  This September Paul and I will be re-balancing our lives. Paul will move out of Studio 99 and reduce his teaching commitments to two days per week – four classes instead of six – at our local community centre.  We are bound to disappoint people, we cannot avoid it and it bothers us.  However, we need to think of our own future and happiness. Whilst we were on holiday we were told by some relatively new friends that we are not responsible for anyone else’s happiness.  This was a timely reminder as, although we feel very attached to all Paul’s students and dislike meddling with their support networks, we need to consider our own health and well-being.  Paul is planning on painting more and is looking at a small escape studio.  I shall continue to help him in the business, but the question still remains  - as I face a Big Birthday next year – what on earth am I going to do when I grow up?