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Now I debated long and hard about making this picture a little, well perhaps a lot smaller so that I could write more at the side.

However, as soon as I saw the picture in all its glory, I thought, “No Way, I can’t do that”, this is part of an age-old dream.

I can really imagine myself sitting in that beautiful tub of steaming water, the fire roaring in the fireplace, soft, fluffy towels warming close by as I relax against the headboard, luxuriating in the bliss of mellow candlelight and soft music, the tantalising scent of essential oils and bubbles swirling in the air around my head and relaxation seeping into every pore and brain cell. Isn’t that something to stir the emotions and bring romantic thoughts floating to the surface of your dreamlike state?

Right, the scene is set and the statement made. I adore baths. They are the most relaxing way, I find,  of winding down after a cold, wet, miserable day running around getting things done. You can even read a book if you are so inclined. You can have a glass of bubbly and nibble strawberries and chocolate and not have to worry about dribbling chocolate – not once! You can even share the bath if you are of a mind to be generous.

“The truth is, you know, we need our anodynes. You know that word, anodynes? We need that in life some times. A good warm bath can be one for you, or a whatever.”  Al Pacino

I may not have an old copper bathtub, reminiscent of bygone days, but I do have a lovely bath, surrounded by candles, essential oils at the ready and soft music available. It’s all in the preparation. I even have hubby organised to pop my towel in the dryer for ten minutes when I’m suitably wrinkled by the water and ready to step out and dry off in sensuous delight. Bliss, hmm.

DSCN2769 (Copy)As you can see the weather slowly became socked in and the view from the back verandah disappeared. I was lucky to get this picture before I became too bedraggled to slide inside. The deck is like a skating rink when it gets wet. Makes for interesting navigation!

We have two pairs of mating wood ducks who have claimed our garden as their day time feeding pasture. They arrive during the morning and spend all day eating and depart on dusk, Apart from today. As the rain increased they departed, looking at us very reproachfully. Never seen a duck look reproachful, it’s worth the wait. I wish I could have captured it but I was too amazed to get the camera.  This is what they looked like before I was ‘chastised’ for the rain. I mean, rain and ducks, they go together, don’t they? DSCN2798 (Copy) Perhaps they missed their rain coats and wellington boots? I certainly missed mine.

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Anyway I’m sure they’ll be back tomorrow with the rest of the bird life we’ve been blessed with.                                                                                                    Now, although I love the rain, and if I haven’t anyone I have to see, I will happily wander around splashing in puddles. It reminds me of my carefree childhood. But today I needed to see my local vampire and have blood tests and all sorts of wonderful things done. The highlight was finding a fabulous jeweler who I could talk about gemstones with for a few minutes. There is something truly magical in how they can create incredible pieces from the raw ‘rock’, although the raw material can look stunning on its own. Yes, I am a fanatical crystal collector also.

So I arrived home, soggy and head achy and in need of thawing out. Solar hot water is wonderful, as long as it is sunny. We have had the booster going more often than not and still have problems with sufficient water. It’s fortunate we aren’t over users.  My romantic and idealised dream of a hot bath went gushing out the window, although I didn’t know it until too late.

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From a thawing out perspective it was a failure. I felt colder after I jumped in than before, (a mistake I realised.)  I literally fell out of the bath with a yelp heard throughout the house. My husband thought I was being murdered. At least I wouldn’t have been tortured by freezing water.    Yes, a light exaggeration  based on the shock to my system. I’ve never been into the ethos of cold baths, cannot understand why I would feel the need to prove how inured to the cold I might be by plunging into icy lakes, streams, rivers or whatever. I leave that to hardier and less sensitive souls. Each to his own. It is definitely not for me!

Eventually I settled for an almost hot shower. At least I thawed out and stopped feeling as though I had been assaulted. Curled up in front of the fire, listening to the rain and with a beautiful meal, again prepared by adorable hubby a semblance of normalcy returned. Civilisation has a great many benefits, but a cold bath is not one of them. In my humble opinion.

My romantic ideal is still intact, just waiting on the right time to implement it. What is yours?  Susan x

I think a lot of contemplation happens in bathtubs. It does for me. Nothing like a hot bath to ease the tension and think about what’s going to happen next.”
Sarah McLachlan

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