Photos copyright: Maggie May
It doesn't really seem like eight months ago since I went to the Bristol Kite Festival with my son and granddaughters.
I had intended to post this account of it along with the photos ages ago but somehow or other I was taken up with other things.
There will be another Kite Festival in the summer so I had better get this one posted, even though it is a bit out of context with life right now, otherwise it really will be old hat. It is good to look at photos and you never know...... I might get to this years festival too.
I must have had this illness then without knowing it but I can remember feeling quite healthy when I went but found myself sitting down quite a lot. It is easy to put everything down to old age.
I seem to remember that everything was colourful and the day was sunny and we walked a long way from the car to get to the main area.
These little creatures caught my eye. I love anything like this blowing about in the wind.
I don't know how the kite flyers managed to keep their kites separate from one another as sometimes they got very close.
I love all these flying fish....... they were everywhere as well as the flags blowing in the breeze wherever I looked.
Oops! Quite an eyeful there!
We walked away from the main area here as the girls wanted to try out their new kites. They were very simple models that kept breaking. It kept us running about trying to rescue them.
I have had a fairly good couple of weeks since chemo wore off a bit. Energy levels a bit low but can't grumble.
I wonder if I will be all set for number six on Tuesday?
