R's rue

Hoad Hill above Ulverston Like the vast majority of British citizens, we spent most of yesterday glued to the television watching our nation's fond farewell to Queen Elizabeth II. It was an amazing spectacle, brilliantly choreographed and utterly flawless. It felt as if we were saying goodbye to the Great Britain we have known. What now, now that our noble queen has left the stage? Late in the afternoon we drove into Ulverston for a walk. We climbed up Hoad Hill to the monument to Sir John Barrow that overlooks the town. Then we drove back to Summer Hill where I prepared a meal of  baby potatoes, cheesy crumb  crusted chicken breasts and broccoli. And we toasted Her Majesty with a nice bottle of viognier. Today we woke to the news that the Piel Island ferryman has decided  there will be no more weekday sailings for the rest of the year. We were so close and yet so far. Maybe I will never get there. Donald Campbell's grave in Coniston Instead today we drove up to C...

 It’s too late to play around with blogger. I have Uni every Tuesday evening until 9 pm and tonight blogger won’t let me comment at all on my own blog after I eventually sat down fifteen minutes ago. Tomorrow Im off with Nu on the Northern Belle,  What larks from Going Gently https://ift.tt/GsRZ0gn

 Comfortable Haven’t known The feeling In so long The growth spurt Of spiritual maturity God is tired Of me  Stuck in The same place Day after day I can’t pretend I don’t see it Because my feet Are no longer  Stagnant But moving Because laziness And doubt Are no longer Viable excuses To evade truth Like the plague  That ravages minds With impunity The exhaustion On inaction Is overwhelming So tackling The roots Of malaise Is underway from R's rue https://ift.tt/PLkIqwe

 It’s autumn and with yesterday all done and dusted the passing into another season feels so much more poignant.  I’ve dug out jumpers and made pea and mint soup this morning and walked the dogs at 7.30 am when it felt cold and quiet and darker than I expected.  And the day has an anticlimactic feel to it, which is exactly what I didn’t want to happen And so I’ve taken my coffee upstairs and opened the office again. Roger is happy in the kitchen, where I have hidden tiny bits of dry bagel around his bedding and under the table . He is happily searching for crumbs with satisfied nom noms when one is found. Mary is asleep on the reading chair. I am behind on paperwork today.  Of looking at the bills, Of checking for the best deals, of balancing the books. There are other things that need sorting too.  Online mandatory training for work, the Village Pond open day  Updating the village website Organising a meal here for my family ( it’s been over...