My path finally crossed Sarah’s this afternoon. After weeks
of trying to bump into her, there she was walking up the lane with Jasper
Inca just as I was in the garden replenishing the bird feed. The little
princess declined to wrap her front paws around my arm today, preferring
instead to get her head very nearly jammed in the pot of bird oats. It seems
she likes oats. Hey, ho. Cupboard love after all. Am I distraught? Er...
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Talking to M’Lady S left me in a difficult frame of mind for
the rest of the day. It all comes back to that favourite topic of the moment:
washing away the layers of sham and discovering what’s really there underneath.
It’s a process of re-discovery – of finding out what really drives you and what
your inner self considers important. That isn’t so bad, it’s simply a matter of
being honest and accepting who you are. The real problem comes
with the next stage: deciding what you want out of life and what you don’t. That’s
the tricky part, because there’s every chance you’ll discover that what you
want is no longer available.
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My house faces west and looks across the valley of the River
Dove (made famous by Izaak Walton in The
Compleat Angler.) Imagine the view shortly after sunset this evening –
white snow still lying on the fields in the foreground, black silhouettes of
skeletal winter trees standing against the white mist lying over the river, the
variegated mid-greys of the rising land beyond, a dusty pink sky above the
horizon, a ribbon of dark grey cloud above that, then the gold of the lower sky
giving way to a delicate light blue that graded darker as it climbed
heavenwards. Quite magnificent.
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