Pride comes before a fall.

Well, that's not strictly true - in my case it wasn't so much pride, as a pile of scooters just outside our front door. What followed the fall which was not caused by pride so much as a pile of scooters, was four hours in A&E watching the good people of Hull in all their technicolour glory. (There are no photos illustrating the accident as my toenails need doing. Nuff said.)

So, today you find me stranded on the couch with a laptop going nowhere fast (me, not the laptop)- because as it turns out, me plus a pair of crutches equals dangerously uncoordinated.

Today I am going to offer you a feast of images (frankly, the words are a little shy as I have had a lovely, lovely pain killer. If my mum ever gets bored of retirement she could have quite a profitable career peddling co-codamol)

Anyway, let me rewind back to last weekend when I mostly managed to travel on two feet without danger to pets or breakables, and was blissfully unaware that scooters could be used as mantraps.

On Sunday our little foursome travelled over to see my mum and dad, and then the whole gaggle of us traipsed further to Walkers Nursery in Blaxton for lunch and a wander. We've been going to Walkers since my sister and I were kids, and even back then the grounds were fairytale pretty for children with fertile imaginations and energy to burn. The landscaping is stunning and very architectural - a veritable feast of colour, texture and pine scents.

After lunch we wandered amiably round the garden centre and grounds, my two always off ahead, enjoying the winding paths opening up to explorable nooks, crannies and tree caves. The garden centre part is one of the best stockists of unusual trees that I have ever seen, and we invariably come away with some addition to our pine tree collection.

As I walked round I couldn't help but feel supremely content that it is small moments like these, as an adult, that give me such inner peace and happiness. Together with my family, reveling in such a beautiful, peaceful place. Smug, much?
In a past life I must have been Catholic (either that or I have absorbed some Catholic guilt from Andy in some osmotic way) because I felt a touch guilty for being so happy (and smug). I gave myself a little talking to - what nonsense - then two days later I fell over a scooter (hark - is that a distant clap of thunder??) So, perhaps pride does come before a fall. A couple of days before, infact.
I have some sewing to show you, in a couple of days - if I don't have a freak tragic accident with my stitch ripper in the meantime. I just can't seem to balance on one leg and take a photograph at the same time.......