7th May 2015; Election Day. I am work until the evening, so I am scheduling this post in case I succumb to addictive election television coverage. Apparently the constituency where I live is one of the ones to watch.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
might have been written for today. Perfect for drying the washing, but otherwise a bit blowy.
But it was William Blake’s
green and pleasant land
we enjoyed East over the weekend.
Despite a notable lack of rain over the last few weeks, the fields are lush, and every lane, every hedgerow is bursting with life and colour.
East Anglia’s flat landscape and big skies are made more dramaitic on windy days, and even small rises in the ground give views for miles. Continue reading
At the end of my walk, I came back to the marina. The sun was starting to think about setting. A lone swan swam between the boats.
Swallows dived and dipped. The air was cool but not cold. Continue reading
Just a taster, you understand. More later.
I’m looking at photos of flowers and trying to calm my fears about Mother’s further weight loss.
In reflective mood this morning, and finding looking at pictures therapeutic.
These are more pictures from last night’s week which took me over the old bridge, round the airfield roads, back across the main road, round the spur and down the lane.
She really wanted to make contact.
As I walked down the lane, she spotted me and rushed over to the hedge.