Chilling

It’s sometimes difficult to keep up with internet-speak, text-speak, online chatting terms and so forth. But one word I love to hear the grandchildren use so happily is “chilling”. This is not the way they describe a bad experience at school or a particularly frightening film, rather it is a complete kidnapping of the world to mean the essence of relaxation and happiness. In a sense it is kind of what I am doing right now. Usually when at my computer at home there is a hustle and bustle of keys and near-frantic activity as I do half a dozen things at once – checking mail, looking at news and weather, bringing blog up to date and reading the 100 or so I look at intermittently – oh yes, I might also be checking items on ebay and doing an online order for shoes.

No wonder computing is tiring.

Each year when I go on holiday I decide to post a few items in advance and hope that my faithful readers will forgive me for not responding to specific comments that need a reply. This year, #3 Son and his family are in residence so I am more relaxed about sharing details of our hols. I suspect lots of bloggers are wary of advertising their absence, which is probably daft. The last person who is likely to be reading a winsome load of nothingness is a potential burglar.

Anyway, campsite wifi tends to be slow, the laptop is elderly with many and various quirks, (like me)  so the whole process has to be slowed down. Thus, I press a key to find a website, then look round at the gentle process of everyday chores around me. People are collecting water, tightening guy-ropes, shaking out carpets from caravans and so on. HBTW is sitting guarding the washing whilst happily reading his kindle. Wood pigeons whoo-whooo…. and the wind rustles the trees in the high hedge next to me. I muse on the fact that I forgot a cable and cannot therefore share photos, so word pictures will have to do.

The motorhome is filled with the scent of lavender – purchases from the lavender farm we visited yesterday. Today we are too lazy to do much but a few chores…….  such is the joy of a campervanning holiday. Tomorrow it is off to a national park for a few days. There may or may not be wifi there, but one thing we do know is that there is a pub next door. That means a release from cooking and dishes.

Being away and being lazy about newspapers has meant I have been rather isolated from the News of the World and the surrounding issues. No bad thing, I suspect, though I suppose I should use some online time to catch up.

That’s all the news from Sherrif Hutton today, Misty sends her love and says to tell you all that she is enjoying her holiday but could she please have less walks today.