Hello again!
I have been so busy finding my Joie de Vivre and working and living life in general that I have failed to keep you updated, so here is the next set of photos and info!
Sadly, Debbie – the sailing lady – contacted me and due to family and illness had not been able to get the boat ready for the sailing activity booked for the 5th June; however, she and I will be getting together shortly to do this when she is ready. She has, bless her, been renovating the boat personally ready for the challenge and I think, from the sound of her, she and I will get on famously!

William with his family - Welcomed in Australia!
The evening of Monday 6th June was a special evening; nothing to do with the challenges, but definitely a Joie de Vivre moment! My ex-husband’s nephew was over from Australia and he and I had been conspiring for his Nanny & Gubby to meet up with him unexpectedly. This was fantastic! To see Matt with his grandparents, and my son with his cousin again was truly lovely. I am very, very lucky to still have a fabulous relationship with that side of the family and adore them for still including us in their lives.
On Saturday 11th June, I travelled across Cornwall to the amazing St Ives. Can you believe that in about 20 years of living in Cornwall, I have never been there? I parked in a car park over looking the sea and walked down the hill to the St Ives Arts Club, a tiny little theatre on the sea front. I managed to get a seat as it was packed when I arrived and the show began.
The show ‘How desperate can it get?’ was a fairly dark and satirical look at the fortunes of four women and how their lives and histories intermingle – cause and effect. The play was actually written by the four ladies that acted it out – Claire, Nina, Anja and Rachel. It apparently started with a single sentence from a Greek tragedy, then they ad-libbed and played with the words until it became a fully formed drama. Very clever indeed!

Rachel and me
After the show finished, the ladies were obviously inundated with questions and admiration from the spectators, however, I did manage to approach Rachel Rouncefield who had put forward the idea as one of the challenges. Rachel was there with her family having travelled down to Cornwall for the rehearsals and shows as she had moved up country last year! She and her friends were lovely and I was thrilled to have gone there and met them. I have asked if Rachel will provide me with her 1000 words towards the book challenge as, again another spooky coincidence, I found that Rachel is a writer!
When I managed to climb back up the hill to the car, I found even more Joie de Vivre

Sunset at St Ives
as the sun was setting peacefully over the sea and even though it was drizzling, I took time to stand quietly by the churchyard and watch the waves and a lone walker – a tiny spec – sauntering across the beach in the evening sunset.
On Monday 13th June, I set off to sunny and glorious Torquay… lost my Joie de Vivre very slightly at the road maintenance works for a short while… and arrived at the beautiful Merlewood House about 10 minutes late for my Sugarcraft flower day.
When I arrived, there was an array of items strewn neatly across the table in the large dining area (lit by the chandelier, no less!) and I met my three new ‘workmates’ and the wonderful Janice Cooke, Sugarcraft specialist extraordinaire. She was sitting there looking very stern in her white coat however within minutes, we were all laughing at our attempts compared to Janice’s deft fingers lightly and swiftly moulding the tiniest pieces of icing into dainty petals. A calm and studious teacher, Janice watched each of us in turn and helped us believe that anything was possible… and it was!
For m
e, though, this process brought back fond memories of my mum who passed back in 1992 who adored all things finicky and was as adept as Janice in decorating cakes and decoupage. I used to harrumph and make jokes with my mum about her attention to such processes; she once tried to get me to cut out tiny pieces of wrapping paper for her for her decoupage, and I, at that age, grumbled that it was ‘boring’. Today I learnt very quickly how difficult these activities are, yet how therapeutic and satisfying they can be – and I would give anything to take back my words and spend time with her again.
At one point recently, I did speak to Wendy saying that financially I was unable to achieve some of the tasks such as the Beetle Drive, fondue party etc as I wanted to do them properly; she was very good and appreciated the situation. However, she did suggest that the tattoo should be accommodated if possible! She already knew what I had decided upon and felt that this was a necessity to ensure that the 50 days did not go unnoticed and unforgotten.
So, gathering courage I phoned up DNA Tattoo Studio in Newquay where another friend had been recently. She gave me two assurances as I was quite nervous; she said:
1/ The tattooing was painless – and -
2/ Simon and the team were lovely.
Well, one out of two ain’t bad!
I phoned up on the Friday 17th June and Simon told me that they were almost fully booked until July! I explained that ideally I needed it done by midnight the next night! He asked if I could pop in to show him what I wanted and he would be more able to tell me how long it would take and therefore when he could fit me in.
We popped in a few hours later and the receptionist (Grace) and Simon were asking why I had chosen ‘Joie de Vivre’ as my design. When I explained, Simon suggested that he would do it that very minute! Er, thanks Simon!
I do have to say that even through the swearing like a French Navvy (me, not Simon – who was laughing!),

I will never lose it again!
I had my Joie de Vivre whilst getting my ‘Joie de Vivre’. There was a lovely guy, Sean, getting his umpteenth tattoo, his tattoist and another tattoo’ed gent watching the proceedings with interest, to whom I had to apologise profusely for my outbursts. They appeared fine and I could see Grace in the wall mirror giggling away furiously… so I had to warn her that she would be named and shamed on this blog!
Seriously, though, professionals to the last and lovely to boot – I would very much recommend these guys if you wish to get a permanent reminder of life tattooed onto your skin. I now have mine. (Sorry, Dad! Love you xx)
And so to the 11 mile walk!!
This was on Saturday 18th June and it started at 7pm from Wadebridge to Padstow and back along the Camel Trail. When I first heard about this walk, it was only apparently 10 miles – someone snuck another mile on somewhere and didn’t my legs know it!
I ended the 50 day challenges the same way I started; with good friends and with William, my son, by my side the whole way. We even took the carpet-headed bear who somehow seemed to still be pulling on her lead and running even to the last few steps.
I have known my friend Hilary since I started working with her about 14 years ago and she and her husband Andy have been there for me and Will at every turn. In fact, she sees more of my animals than me as she looks after them when I work away. We converse through texts and notes normally and she is always there with a ‘no problemo’ and ‘of course’ whenever I need something. If only I could give her back half as much as she gives me!
So, this particular evening, we spent 5 hours talking and laughing and reminiscing and, when things got a bit tough, we talked rubbish and set challenges for our amusement. Will, Andy, Hilary and I managed to remember all of the seven dwarves, 10 out of the 11 Doctor Who’s, all but 1 of the reindeer, played ‘I went to the shops and I bought’, tried to remember the names of the Famous Five (we could only remember George, Anne and Timmy the dog!), and did A-Z of disney films and characters and other such nonsense. Brilliant!
Although tired and aching, we agreed that it had been good fun and should ‘do it more often’. I think I shall let my muscles get back to normal first, eh?
I must also take the time to thank everyone who sponsored us; the money goes to the MacMillan and Marie Curie charities.
Lynda (2nd from the right), Nicky and their teams from the charities apparently need the money in within 3 weeks, so I will contact you directly and give you my details. Thanks also to the many volunteers that helped that evening – especially the poor souls that followed us in at 11.15pm-ish listening to Will and I throwing questions at each other such as ‘Would you rather be an eagle or a man-eating tiger?’ and ’If you had a choice, would you eat a bucket of hair or a bucket of earth? and other strange questions.
In the next blog – I will update you with the challenges completed and yet to complete – and absolutely, completely and wholeheartedly advocate this whole process to any sad 47 year old who has lost their Joie de Vivre! Get out there and grab it!