Mini Me Moves to the Beach

Readers Note:  Mini Me was knitted as a 'so long' gift by the Quirkies - life sized me's London quilting group.  The Quirkies challenge was to tell the story of moving to the beach.

As I start to write, it is day 12 in our new beach town and mini me has finally decided to start her blog.  Getting the last items packed, the house ready for letting and to the airport was all a bit of a push.  Much went into the loft with the help of our friend Michael, but even more went to friends, charity and the London pavement method of giving to passing strangers.  We also blessed the bin men with a lot of trash and paper recycling.  Life-sized me even gave away her professional books - oh my!  We were blessed with lots of going away parties, drop-ins etc and plenty of flowers and food post ankle op - so lovely of all our friends.  The last weeks passed in a blur!

One last look at an early April garden coming into bloom and we're off .... a bit later in the evening than originally planned ...





and after a night's sleep at the airport hotel and breakfast into the airport with a little assistance for life sized me -- much needed after the ankle surgery to repair torn ligaments.

The plane journey is a  hazy memory and then next we knew we were having breakfast on the beach!!  The first few days were very tactical sorting out safety deposit boxes, getting the keys to our condo -- and beginning to think of  how we wanted to live in it and what renovations are needed.   We decided to 'camp out' in the condo to get a good feel for it -- but we have only 3 suitcases of clothes with us ... so a bit of Googling to compare the offers and a little real-life shopping was required.  Following our first lunch -- without any furniture -- and having our priorities right, we began by buying a patio table and chairs for our balcony overlooking the sea. Hee Hee.

 

Mini me's life sized husband assembled the table and reminded me we also need a bed and perhaps some dishes including a coffee maker !!  Now mini me and life sized me are all set for a good night's rest.

 

 

So time for a bit of fun - mini me took the trolley bus off to Clearwater Beach to experience

the Sugar Sand Festival (yup the sand here is very fine and very white -- like sugar according to Dr Beach who has made a living out of rating beaches for some 30 years - now there's a job for you!) 

 

Cannot complain about the views nor the sights out our window ... always something to see including the beach patrol (below) and daily cleaning of the beach with a buggy pulling a sand sifter/litter picker.  Must be time to move in on Saturday morning. Sunday was a day of rest and beach walking - not far as the ankle still finds sand a bit difficult.

 Time to publish as we are now at day 13.