I seem to spend a lot of time looking through the windows of one room or another – and although we have lived here for many years I never tire of the view. I must have photographed and painted it hundreds of times. Where we live is very high up so we are surrounded by hills and valleys and the view changes every day depending on the weather and the seasons.
It was good to come home yesterday after a morning of push and shove, and the hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping in town. The peace and quiet might drive some of you ‘townies’ mad, but for me it offers a sense of peace and calms my frayed nerves.
The sunrise on Thursday morning was superb and at 7.30 a.m. I was clicking away like David Bailey on ‘speed’ with the accompanying – quick come and have a look, wow, and such like – it took ten minutes for it to change from this -
Last evening during the worst of the storm our electricity failed and we sat by candle light for two hours. All very nice I’m sure, but reading and sewing by candle is no joke – luckily, I had a plentiful supply in stock, but I will be buying more this weekend – over the last two days it has cut off over a dozen times – really annoying when you have electric clocks that need re-setting each time.
This morning I spotted a sparrowhawk sitting on the trellis looking for his breakfast, he was really well camouflaged, the picture isn’t very good as it was taken from a distance, but you can hardly spot him in amongst the bare branches – he wasn’t lucky on this occasion but he makes several fly pasts every day.
And whilst I was out walking the other day I was accosted by a local chap who said they were raffling home made produce to raise funds for the village hall and would I contribute and seeing I have a cupboard full of pickles and chutneys I was happy to oblige