I’m here, looking at the trees.
They look so tired after a day of pounding.
The sun (I see) is setting in the west and the clouds are scooting wildly across the tops of the ash and elder.
Who would travel on a Monday after such a skirmish?
Those who travel hopefully I suppose.
Short of Juan next week but pretty complete otherwise until the weekend when W leaves to tend to sick father.
In primary now – not the Presidential. Tired beyond belief. Looking forward to seeing Freya’s big almost sister. So is she.
Good luck with the weather – we now call it surfing (new boat).
See you soon!
The excitement of the port, the smell of the sea and the noise of the dockside workers loading up the ship. The anticipation of the passengers as they wait in their cars to go onboard. Children hanging out of windows, necks craning to see whether their line is about to move. Drivers get out and walk up and down the line of cars, better doing something than just sitting there. Then at last, after what seems to be an eternity, the cars start moving and the boarding begins…