Wednesday, 10 June 2009


Bit of this
Cream cheese oozing from toasted bagel with a hint of pink smoked salmon.

She is looking up, at 2 trees in her trolly at the check out, with a huge smile on her face. 
Tall grasses, nettles and an over hanging branch are the entrance to a tiny magical world. A place to come and throw worries imagining them disappearing down steam. Blue rope strung from a branch hangs over the water. Walking against the current around the bend and feeling the pull, absorbing sounds of water and stones underfoot that seems to block out all else. 
Bit of that
Me and the radio have a companionable hour whilst I get tea listening to a profile on Roald Dalh. 


  1. Water, walking and the radio. All balm to the soul.

  2. The soul defiantly needed a bit of soothing balm.