I kiss the wall’s hole, not your lips at all
We do need Dinah in pig but have not got the time to facilitate that right now
Bert – mark for calendar for 21 days from now
Elsewhere in the sun today…
Three years ago, four of us left the city for a new adventure.
Muriel was the senior adventurer – 91 years old at the time
Since arriving at Gribin Isaf she has often talked about the peace and tranquility she found here, the freedom from close neighbours, the pleasure she has gained from being close to animals and watching the every changing view to the distant mountains.
In the Autumn she welcomed Robin, her latest great-grandchild, to Gribin Isaf.
During the first hours of the new year Muriel died peacefully here at home, between the Christmas tree and the log-fire. Robin was there and his call was the last sound she heard.
Muriel Crewe Searle
The Year is dying. In these inbetween days we already have seven minutes more light at the end of the day:
but we still have eleven more days before the morning starts paying back:
Today – brings sun to light up the landscape
The sun, always low, gives us sharp shadows
Ian St John decide it is a day for an exploratory walk-about
Gloria, the upstart cockerel, decides it is a day to practise his stare
The psychotic muscovy drakes decide it is a good day to attack
The neighbouring sheep decide it is a good day to shelter in the dingle
And the indoor dog decides it is a good day to stay indoors
Unfortunately, this pond is full of newts and water lilies – these things should not be duck food.
but so far we still have to help all three of them in and out.