After the excitement of last weeks visit to paradise, this blog goes back a fornight and was written the day after Bank holiday Monday, June 1st. The day before had been mega busy, with the lovely Suki Chan visiting me in the morning to continue out filming of Consciousness. She’d brought me a lovely Chinese tea ball for us to have in the break
Which unfurled magically as hot water was poured over it
The resulting tea was deliciously fresh and clean tasting.
Suki’s visit was instantly followed by a trip to the bowls club again, this time with my son in law Stuart having a go and then straight out for a walk after that where I met my friend Pip and her dog Scooby and we decided to continue walking and chatting..
I didn’t arrive back in the house until 6pm where I felt happily drained and exhausted but I knew I’d pay for it the next day…a happy busy day is always followed by a hazy foggy day…
I woke up the following morning feeling the grogginess instilled in my head, but decided an early walk might help. The sea fret had come inland overnight – me and Pip had sensed it’s imminent arrival on our late walk the day before. The still calmness it created was just what I needed and the haze over the pond matched the haze in my head
The silhouette of the bird matched my unclear vision of the day ahead- an outline of something I know, but unclear as to the detail
One of the ducklings, now growing into a young duck, floated sleepily on the surface
Round the back of the house along the lane, cutting through to the gallops, the dandelion heads were coated in a mist, making them look fuller, rounder, as though you could touch them without disintegrating
A black Labrador came up alongside snuffling alone the ground, it’s owner soon following and commented how she loves how I see the small things in my photos, the detail. We chatted for a while about the calmness and peace then she hurried off after the dog and I continued quietly and calmly simply looking….
Birds are so hard to spot as they sing in the lush green of the trees and hedgerows, but every now and then one will catch my eye in flight and land on top in view, just like this yellowhammer
The mist was still present as I turned into the lane home…this view I know so well on a clear day, yet today my hazey foggy head couldn’t remember what lay shrouded in the mist hidden from view
Almost home and ready for my morning cuppa, a single red poppy made me smile, it’s delicate beauty so exquisite
I could tell the sun would be out later, but this dementia fog in my head would last all day….….