Normal service to be resumed shortly
Thanks to that blessed volcano, I have been off air (in more ways than one) for considerably longer than I anticipated. Thank you so much for continuing to check in on Dancing Beastie while I’ve been away. I’m not really properly back in service yet, however, and feel I owe you an explanation.
Last week we had our first ever family skiing holiday in the French Alps. It was glorious. Intense blue skies, jagged white mountains, fir trees, wooden chalets – perfect. The boys thoroughly enjoyed their first experience of skiing and their pa was delighted to be back on the piste after many years’ absence. As for me, I celebrated my forty-first birthday by taking up snowboarding! Please humour me and think of this as a mid-life adventure rather than a mid-life crisis. That’s the way I choose to think of it, anyway.
Since having children, my natural caution has grown more and more extreme until I began to feel I was becoming crusted over in a carapace of neurotic timidity. Before it got too late, I decided to break out and challenge myself to something new and slightly scary. Hence snowboarding. And guess what? I loved it! All that guff about doing something that scares you every day, setting new challenges for each decade et cetera – absolutely right. What a tremendous confidence boost, to test your physical capabilities, risk injury and, worse, looking like an idiot in front of your teenage niece, fall down, get up, try again and so on until you realise that you can actually do it on your own, trusting your body to have learned something new. It was, as I believe the youth of today are wont to say, such a rush.
However. While I was minding my own business on the slopes with my lovely instructor, two men skiied (sp?) straight into us. I was knocked unconscious despite (thank heavens) wearing a helmet. I can’t remember the accident or the rest of the day and I have been suffering from concussion ever since, it seems. I’m finding all mental and physical exertion absolutely exhausting and still have bad headaches ten days after the accident. So it’s off to see the doctor tomorrow to find out what’s going on (I did see a French medic on the day and an English osteopath at the weekend after our two-day coach trip across France, but things are still not right). So, I don’t want to bang on about my medical history, but I do just want to explain that this – holiday, accident and travel disruption – is why Dancing Beastie has been so quiet, and why it may remain a little under the weather for a while longer until my mental faculties are properly up and running again. I’m finding it pretty hard to type coherent sentences at the moment, while any attempt at style escapes me altogether! But hey, the snowboarding was great.
Before I go, I haven’t forgotten the Tuesday tree. (One day I might even post it on a Tuesday.) Here is a beautiful, spreading English beech, photographed in my sister-in-law’s garden en route from France to Scotland at the beginning of the week. Daffodils and primroses underfoot and a swing hanging from the branches: a story-book tree on a perfect spring day.