The View from Here: the world crashes in

The view from here is clean and simple … and very much in the present

A week since I last wrote here. I’ve missed it; I’ve been wanting – needing – to get back to the View almost daily.  It seems that writing here does need to happen in the early morning, before the day starts.  And there have been no really early mornings for a while.  B has woken early several times this week – before me – and we’ve got up together, after a leisurely read and in my case, a cup of tea.  It’s been nice; we are spending so much more time together since arriving here and it’s lovely.  But I’ve missed these interludes. Continue reading “The View from Here: the world crashes in”

The View from Here: serenity in the rain

I could die happily here, lost in this view.

Sunday April 3rd

Another restful sleep; I’m sleeping so very well here.  Awake soon after 5, but the room was dark, the bed was warm and comfy; it was easy to stay snuggled under the duvet.  B woke early too though.  We chatted for a bit and I was up before 6.30 – ahead of our avian guests’ arrival – ready to watch the day unfold. Continue reading “The View from Here: serenity in the rain”

Birds on the Balcony: what watching yields

“Hear! hear!” screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time. “Winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it.” -Henry David Thoreau, 28 November 1858, journal entry

A pleasing avian symmetry yesterday: the day began and ended with the call of the pheasant.  My Cornish bird list, based entirely on sightings from the house, currently has 18 entries.  Continue reading “Birds on the Balcony: what watching yields”

The View from Here: sitting on the sofa

The view from here – from sitting on my sofa – is grey and green and gloomy. And I love it.

Saturday April 2nd

It is 7.15am.  I woke a couple of hours ago; I’m sitting here – on our sofa – enjoying my second cup of tea; the silence broken only by the birds on the balcony and Harricat purring.  I am ready for what feels like our first proper day in our new lives.  And I feel like I’m the luckiest person alive.

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The View from Here: silence and stars. The story begins

The view from here is inky black. If I turn off the lights the sky is spangled with stars.

Friday April 1st

It will shortly be 5 am.  I have been up since 3.30, awake since 1.00, and I am sitting here, in an empty room, in an empty house, bubbling with happiness.  Continue reading “The View from Here: silence and stars. The story begins”