The view from here on this soft and mellow April afternoon has been filled with small and simple joys
We have sunshine. I took a longer walk than usual, striding along the top road with the warm wind in my hair, skylarks singing in the heavens and solitary seagulls hanging at jaunty angles against the clear blue sky. I checked the wires for newcomers. The wires were empty. Soon, I thought.
Painting with Words
They were displaying all day: soaring on the updrafts above the fields across the valley. But now comes something quite different. Continue reading “The View from Here: Buzzards in March”
In a world of bustle and change there is always stillness
Outside, it has been a mild day: mild but moist. The air scarcely breathes: a stark contrast to yesterday’s winds. But whilst yesterday was wild and spirited, today seems damp and tired. Listless.
As I approached the post box at the top of the hill this morning, I met Peter, our farming neighbour, and his son, Edward. There was clear evidence on the road of their most recent task: the cows had been brought in. Were they coming in for the winter?
Out of sight a cow bellowed mournfully. If she has begun her winter incarceration, it will be many months before she and her sisters are once again on the valley slopes. The view from here will have emptied. Our view is never quite in harmony when the cows have gone. Continue reading “The view from here: a Tuesday in October”
After all, I only get one crack at this next decade!
I’ve been in a dilemma. I want to write a birthday blog yet why would anyone want to read it? I remind myself that essentially one blogs for oneself. But the purpose of publishing is that others should read what is published, and if there is an audience, then surely the audience deserves consideration. And really – can I expect anyone to want to read about my birthday? So with the subject matter made clear, feel free to move along if birthdays aren’t your thing. Continue reading “The View from Here: when life doesn’t quite go as planned”
To walk along a harbour wall is always to walk with history
While others talk of signs of spring, I’m still in the throes of winter. I may be revelling in the birdsong and the sturdy, bright friendliness of the têtes a têtes; I may be delighted by the sight of scudding clouds in a bright blue sky and the clump of bashful purple crocus and the single bluebell I discovered this week (yes, really). But I’m not yet ready to let winter go. Shy pale primroses, shiny bright celandines and bold lemon and yellow daffodils have already burst upon the garden and the lanes here, and I welcome them. But winter shall have her time in the spotlight too. Continue reading “The View from Here: Of Winters Past …”
Turning away, I returned to the robins in the sunshine and pondered for a while on the lives playing out around me… We intersect, but how rarely we connect.
We parked away from the main car park on our last visit to Lanhydrock, opting instead for the smaller and nearer car park at Respryn.
It was a sparkling bright winter’s day. The holly was polished to perfection and there were robins in abundance. This bold little fellow caught my eye. Continue reading ““You reading this, Be ready””