Monday, 17 October 2016

D & R

Sometimes the posts I wrote on this blog after the crash seem like a dream.    Through those days, weeks and months my blog was a great source of strength for me, it helped me clear my mind.  I was a place for me to think out loud, to fill my days with projects such as photographs and art, to share the big effect on my life with new friends.

Now that all seems an age ago, although it was only 6 years.  No I am not fully recovered and never will be - the damage done to the muscles and soft tissues in my right leg are not going away. I will never go jogging again.  But my life is good, it is full, it is busy, and I revel in my new hobby of motorsport and only occasionally miss the sailing.   I have made many new friends through the fitness studio I joined to rehabilitate my leg.  I don't need to write this blog any more, yet it is a diary for me to look back at on occasion - a reminder of all the stuff (good and bad) that went through my mind during that time. 

A reminder that the reality of my life today is based on those times that now seem like a dream.


Tuesday, 31 May 2016

Reflecting on my 40s..

On the last evening of my 40s I've been reflecting and I reckon it has probably been my most eventful decade so far...

- Spent 6 years studying for an Open University degree and graduated with First Class Honours.
- Lived on my own twice, for 12 months and 15 months, when Alex was working in Scotland.
- Said goodbye to two Pointers :( and Hello to another :)
- Had a big van crash and was black'n'blue all over with a split-open-sausage knee and a smashed up femur.
- Rediscovered how amazing my husband is.
- Gave up sailing (for now).
- Took up speed hill climbing & sprinting.
- Rediscovered classic cars.
- Started dog showing again after a 12 year gap.
- Accepted an unconditional offer to do a 2 yr MSc with Portsmouth Uni.
- Celebrated 25 years and 30 years working at RORC.

I wonder what the next decade will bring...?


Monday, 16 February 2015

Loose screws...

I had the top two screws removed from my hip 5 weeks ago. Totally my choice as I've been getting depressed about it still hurting. No they weren't loose but they were a couple of centimetres too long..

So I feel as though I've taken a few steps back but long term I'm hoping it will help. I've already noticed that when I hug my knees to my chest there is no longer resistance in my hip where there was before, and I can touch my toes first thing in the morning! 

That's got to make it worth it, right??

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Spot's Spot: Introduction

Hello everyone

I will pay homage to my predecessor Django who by all accounts was a really lovely chap and a cool dude to boot, I'm sad that I never met him :(  for the first week I was here, my humans kept calling me Django instead of Lazlo so I know that they miss him, they seem to be settling in now though.   I hope he won't mind me taking over his spot here, especially as I do have plenty of tummy spots.

Sooooo I got taken away from my brothers and sisters and driven for MILES to this new place, which was a bit scary but I did manage to sleep on the way. The humans seem nice and gave me lots of cuddles, and it's quite nice getting all the attention with no-one to compete with. 

I'm told that the garden is not the whole world and that there is more of it out there! Holy Moly! I'm not sure how I'll cope with that, my little legs get tired just running up and down here!


I have to say I've been feeling the heat this week, but I learned something cool - if I stick my tongue out and breathe it cools me down!  I've also learned that barking is fun, but it doesn't seem to have the effect that I want, the toys don't move and the humans just laugh at me - they should be SCARED!

My vet is really nice and apparently I might get an invitation to a party soon - what should I wear?

Thursday, 10 July 2014

Reasons to get up

In December I wrote that the loss of Django had left a huge hole and a feeling of having nothing to care for, and how it felt as though there was no reason to get up in the morning.

Now we have a new reason to get up in the morning, in the form of Lazlo.... 

 
Lazlo, aka Hawkfield Tamarack
 
With the hillclimbing we are doing with the car, we didn't intend to have another puppy until later in the year, but when the right one comes along there's nothing you can do!   Lazlo comes from a laid back home and shared his first 8 weeks with 7 brothers and sisters, poultry and ducks and rabbits. It was after a visit to see Wendy at Hawkfield with a view to getting a pup later in the year from the same lines, that we met her pups and decided that we wanted one from her - we liked the way they were being brought up, and our approaches to dogs and puppies seemed to match!  We reckoned that these pups have had a brilliant start to life and would fit in with us just perfectly, and thankfully Wendy must have decided that we were suitable to be trusted with one of her pups.
 
Lazlo was born on 8th May so turns 9 weeks old today.  We picked him up last Friday night and he has settled in brilliantly, seemingly already house-trained (no need to keep getting the free Telegraph from Waitrose then!) and interested in EVERYTHING.  He loves the garden which has plenty of obscure places to explore and birds to stalk, and likes to sit on the edge of the veranda and watch what's going on in his estate.
 
 
Going back to my December post, I feel incredibly protective towards this little man, and Mr H says his life is now complete again.  Lazlo is not just a puppy, he is a member of our family that depends upon us completely, and that is definitely a good reason to get up in the morning.
 
   
 
 


Wednesday, 14 May 2014

Still here!

Where have I been? It's not that I have nothing to say or to talk about, perhaps the issue is that I have too much to talk about and don't want to have to choose?

I am 1/3 of the way through my penultimate OU module which is Social Psychology and fascinating. Off goes my mind in all sorts of directions again!  I'm a bit nervous about the project and having to interview people, but I'm sure I'm worrying about nothing. I'm focussing on embodiment and talking to people who have had joint replacements to hear their experiences. 

Mr H and I are keeping busy with hill climbing the Hillman Imp and still loving it.  We really feel part of the hillclimb 'family' now, in the south west at least. Big news though this month is that Mr H has gone back to the Forestry Commission as a works supervisor. I hadn't realised how concerned I was about him moving away again, until he got this job on our doorstep. A big relief for me, I can't speak for him though ;)

We don't have a new puppy yet... It would be too hard on the puppy and us to have one mid-hillclimb season. We have some contacts though and hope to be cuddling a Pointer by October. It should be old enough to come to hillclimbs by April 2015!

Saturday, 14 December 2013

The ties that bind

I've felt like this before, when Django went to stay in Scotland with Mr H for a month or more - what is the point of life with nothing to care for?  Is it a human or a female need to care for a vulnerable person or animal? Something that relies on you totally?

It may annoy us sometimes, the ties and the inability to be 'free', but it gives us a good reason to get up in the morning.

Thursday, 12 December 2013

Farewell to Spot..

11/12/13 might have been a lucky date for some, but for us yesterday evening marked both the end of a long friendship, and the end of an era. After a very difficult year for Django, and for me and Mr H, just one month off his 14th birthday we let our puppy go before he began suffering any more. No matter how right the decision, it is the hardest thing any pet owner has to do, and nothing prepares you for the hole it leaves in your heart.

Over those 14 years, but particularly since he became the lone dog in our house early in 2008, Django shared experiences with us from camping holidays in Scotland to patiently hanging around while we indulged our new motorsport hobby. He spent many weeks accompanying Mr H on his Forestry Commission work in Scotland in all weathers, and made human friends wherever he went.

As a youngster from 6 months old until he was about two, Django (aka Pebblegate Blackjack at Lightspeed) tolerated the dog-showing world with many class wins and a placing at Crufts Dog Show. However, he retired from the show ring when he remained smaller than the breed standard height (and we were getting tired of the politics anyway), so spent the rest of his life blissfully un-washed and un-fussed over, while retaining his fear of slippery wooden school hall floors! His early showing years did mean that he was comfortable with having his mouth / ears / feet investigated and examined, and he was totally trusting of people. On one occasion he let us extract a large piece of wood that had embedded itself in his pad, without a murmur.

Django's favourite place was on our laps at the end of the day, where he would relax like a ragdoll and drop into such a deep sleep that it was hard to wake him to put him to bed!  His clock was set for 9pm when he would come and give us That Look, before either being invited up or just working his way up one paw at a time. His other main interests were pheasants, cats, food and sitting down. Much fonder of people than other dogs, Django could take it or leave it when he met dogs on walks, and could not understand it if they tried imposing their dominance. Django had nothing to prove, he was just cool.

We will truly miss the company of this very special dog.   And the end of an era? Mr H has never known a house without dogs, and I only had a 5 year gap as a teenager, before getting my own puppy  almost 30 years ago.   Life is going to be very different....

Django on Forestry Commission duty in Scotland