May days of mist and murk. But the sun did shine briefly for the maypole dancing in Sidmouth on the Saturday. And then the rain came again. It was delightful to watch a dancing school perform intricate moves with the colourful ribbons while listening to lovely music. Memories of when I did this at primary school surfaced and I recall it is not as easy as it looks. The so-called blossom moon was coy so I am glad I photographed a waxing gibbous earlier in the week.
The beginnings of a new friendship with someone who also does not feel ‘settled’ in Honiton after very many years made me feel I had found a missing piece to a jigsaw.
Strangely, a face from the past (ie when I was in Honiton first time around) joined us at church this morning. They have no idea what has happened in the intervening years!
Back to the present, is anyone else still struggling with the hour change? I am a morning person, and it is cold of course being an hour earlier. Then, at the end of the day, it is too light. The light in the late afternoon is all wrong.
The week had an unexpected delight with a payslip containing a hefty amount of arrears. No idea how or why, just so very, very grateful!
As I write this, the sun has just come out quite brightly as if to emphasise my earlier thoughts…as I now head off to make some supper and relax for the evening.
Karen Hedges 