|The favourite storie "The singing merlaid" No that isn't|
a spelling mistake on my part, nor the book's.
I had a lovely time with my daughter and her family in the Lake District. It was nice to relax with them and without her and her husband having to gather some energy together to do more renovation work on their house. The weather could have been better though. Tuesday morning we were very lazy and got up late – I was the last one up, which is rather unusual when I’m in the UK. I was treated to a full English breakfast, bacon, scrambled eggs, beans and sausage. We then set off for a soggy walk around the village of Grasmere where we were staying. I am surprised how many outdoor clothing shops there are in the Lake District, even in such a small place like Grasmere. I can understand the craft and gift shops, there are so many visitors mainly in the summer. Maybe the visitors are not prepared for the weather and need clothing shops, or maybe people combine their days out with stocking up, which I suppose makes sense.
|First taste of baby rice. He didn't need|
any convincing that this is the way to
go. He got the hang of it after the first
|And of course if the camera is out, a certain little|
lady wanted her photograph taking too
|Not quite the UK, but a rather chilly Latvia at -9C (16F).|
That is not snow on the ground but frost
|Some serious ice crystals|
|You get the idea!|
|I love the picture of the frost on the fence posts|
|The frost has also transformed these logs|
|The new fence posts in position around the paddock of the|
newest alpaca house
I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know – unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.”
― James Kavanaugh, There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves
|Just before putting away time the snow started. We maybe|
have about a centimetre or two now.
|Our youngest cat taking advantage of|
the heater being on