It's been quite a stressful week seeing the bathroom looking like this
so yesterday evening I needed to get out, on my own. Just go for a walk.
I nip out the back gate and head down the path. It's gone 6pm but the sky holds on to the hues of a Summer afternoon
and the corn on the right shimmers in the sunlight
whilst on my left I pass a familiar character, lit up beautifully against the cobalt blue.
Then the path curves gently round the big horse chestnut
and at the bottom I turn right up the bridleway, where the sound of a wren makes me stop to catch the merest sight of its propeller tail before it disappears into the gnarled secret chambers of this gorgeous old tree.
To complete my circuit I turn off to the North... a shadier path...
... at times barely passable and I have to duck under drooping boughs
until I reach a clearing. I can see my house from here!
Then the furrow in the cornfield leads me back home, with low-swooping swallows and small tortoiseshell butterflies as my ushers.
That feels better.
The only thing missing is the sea!