Reader, we didn’t catch that plane. Hemmed in and trapped by a vast body of water, land and distance and current circumstance we cancelled everything on Saturday.
All in Family
Child In Danger
It’s still unseasonably warm and sunny here, even for Southern California. If it wasn’t for our imminent departure for London and colder climes I think we might fly off the edge of the world altogether.
A Shining Quiet
I’m out and about with the hound in the bright crispness of an almost December morning. After a week or so where the temperatures suddenly decided to play at summer heat, the seasonal chill in the air is welcome.
Of Hounds And Other Essentials
We’re back by the fountain again. The sun is casting his forever shine and across the way in the courtyard of City Hall a large ceremonial gathering of the local police department celebrates some occasion of importance.
Every Grain of Sand
The sea and sky are softly grey today. The seaweed strewn beach could be a pocket of space picked up from its usual home and placed somewhere different entirely.
Age On A Movie Screen
t’s still brightly hot and sunny here in California. We sit by the fountain in a pocket of shade enjoying the cooling music of the water and idling away lazy minutes.
Schooldays By The Ocean
We were with the waves yesterday afternoon. The Labour Day sun blazed down on a beach both packed and raucous.
Standing In The Doorway
I lie enveloped in velvet darkness with no place to be but right where I am. The chorus of crows outside tells me it’s morning but it could be the evening or the middle of the afternoon.
Born In Time
I’m sitting quietly with my son by the river in Le Bugue just watching it flow. My husband and daughter are out on the water canoeing close by and the morning is gently grey.
Through The Sky
In the end everything came together and we did catch that plane. We’d had the tickets to France booked for a couple of months but given international travel’s current state of play that meant next to nothing.
Of Life, Family and Homer
I sit in my white chair in the late afternoon gazing out into the sky. Through the open window I hear the birds idly gossiping, the odd car door slams and voices murmur in the street below.
For My Friend, With Love
My mind has been lost in time past recently. The father of one of my oldest school friends passed away a few weeks back