R's rue

 I adore that moment after work where the PPE comes off and you take the first proper breath out of 12 hours. Tonight the night air was cool and moist and refreshing in the hospice car park And in the spitting of raindrops I stood and said hello to a family group of mountain goats who had hunkered down for the evening on the grassy bank behind Bluebell  I heard the other nurses and support workers leave, but I wasn’t in a huge hurry to follow them. So I chatted to the nearest goat who watched me carefully through bored eyes until I grew damp and properly refreshed and my mask almost turned into blue mush from Going Gently https://ift.tt/2NBZ3jM

 Latin rhymes  And beats Bring me  Back to Days on Boats  Soaking in sunshine  And carefree memories  Where my only decision Was where Do I want To eat dinner from R's rue https://ift.tt/3beIOS3

 Caribbean blue White sand Take my soul  Away with The blue waters Beside me from R's rue https://ift.tt/3u2tCjH

The Lidder river north of Pahalgam Pahalgam is the last major settlement in Kashmir before mountain tracks take you up into The Himalyas. It is the meeting place of fast-flowing rivers and the starting point for Hindu pilgrimages to the very holy Amarnath Cave. It was here that my father and his trekking companion Arnold arrived in the springtime of 1944. As urged by visitors to "Yorkshire Pudding", I am currently typing out and lightly editing my father's account of his trip to the Lidder Valley. So far I have managed to type twelve pages or 10,060 words. That means that I have another thirty  eight pages to go. It is a labour of love and I have enjoyed the intimate absorption of my father's  plodding expression. There's so much I would have liked to ask him about the adventure and I would have appreciated his approval of the small editorial changes I have been making. I am determined to take this project to a proper conclusion seventy six years after my fa...