weather

tomorrow we leave for the annual pilgrimage to the Lakes, via Hodgkinson's

there will be tranquility, flowing water, hills, trees, clumps of walkers, great great space and quiet. I'm hoping we are strong enough to walk through some of it this year, but my feet aren't too robust at the moment, and neither is my good soul's knee

today there were

seagulls wheeling

the faintest of ice~bows

piles of light

far flying

crows heading for their roosts

and the wind rushed about the world, tossing the treetops, flinging leaves through the air, 

while a thrush really did sing, just before the storm swept almost horizontally across the landscape, washing the sun drenched fields

and a rainbow

leapt into the sky

and mirrored itself, just for us, because were were there

I may be off line for a while, but I promise I'll be enjoying myself