Settling down to read a letter is an event unto itself. It warrants a cup of tea …
We forgot to check the post last Saturday so B collected it when he fetched the Sunday papers. And amongst the mail was a letter from Sue: a handwritten letter! Continue reading “In praise of letters…”
The view from here is magical, mysterious and multi-coloured
Today has been a touch frustrating. We still have no phone line and the mobile signal is not great. The internet is so intermittent that it seems to dominate everything as we monitor it in order to catch it when we have the chance. It has taken all day on and off to research and source a fridge/freezer and I still haven’t been able to contact the company and check delivery. It occurs to me with our access issues that I should check what size vehicle they will deliver in. And we’ve both been tired. I’ve still achieved a reasonable amount but it feels like a wasted day somehow. Perhaps because of the early morning highlights: maybe everything had to be downhill after that… (Apart from our driveway of course 😉 ) Continue reading “The View from Here: wuthering and rainbows”
And I think she would have liked the view from here.
A four-seasons-in-one-day kind of day. Grey, brooding clouds before seven this morning, then the palest of blue skies, building to sky-blue vistas and sunshine sweeping across the valley. By nine we had rain. And wind. It’s been a breezy, blustery, showery, sunshiny sort of day. Exhilarating. Continue reading “The View from Here: four seasons and memories”
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 feeders arriving – ready to watch the day unfold. Continue reading “The View from Here: serenity in the rain”
A neighbour called by today to introduce himself: Peter – a local farmer. We can see his farm from our windows. He was welcoming, friendly and helpful. The sort of man you could call upon in a crisis. He mentioned that the road climbing behind us is treacherous in icy weather. A road to avoid when winter approaches. We have arrived here at the most perfect time in the year: wintry weather is highly unlikely now and everything is ready and waiting to burst into life. If ever it stops raining and warms up!