As a drawn-out, unpredictable, emotional rollercoaster of a sober October (my canine-supervised sobriety has been raising funds for Macmillan Cancer Support ) draws to its inevitable close, Frank and Zoe-dog prepare for winter. They begin to tolerate each other in close proximity for the darkest months; sharing fur warmth and firework worries. Tomorrow, Zoe-dog will celebrate … Continue reading One of those mornings…
The air is milder, the days little-by-little longer, now, I feel it is but a short hop to Spring. In the morning, I leave for work as the sun comes up, and in the evening, I leave for home just as it sets. Winter is clocking off.
It's day three of a big freeze here in the UK. In my part of East Anglia, the east wind is currently taking the temperature down to - 12 Celsius and turning the back garden into an unruly snow globe. Powdery snowballs from the trees, dodged by puffed up birds, mingle with fresh snowfall. I … Continue reading Waiting for Spring
Last night, I left work with a colleague - we both walk to work and when we work together our paths cross awhile. We chatted about Spring - it was a mild evening for January and the birdsong was loud, there was an air of hope. As we do, we went our separate ways just … Continue reading Home Comfort
Walking to work along the River Colne in the first frost of this winter, with the ghost of the moon and a reflective swan.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer ― Albert Camus