This week has been about not very much at all. The time has flown by. It’s Monday morning in Dorset; Monday night in New Zealand, and I’ve just spoken to Charlie, and he’s about to get on the plane to start making the long, long journey home. We’ve all missed him, and it’s been the quietest week ever. Which in its own way has been nice. But tomorrow morning will be very exciting…. especially for Mavis!
Yesterday morning I took her for her walk. We stepped out in to the most beautiful misty landscape. The village was looking completely perfect; like a series of soft drawings. No commentary needed. But something nice to look at on Monday morning.
Like a dream.