ok, first blog post ever in a year laid-out bare before us,… fresh, still wet, like the sand on Bembridge beach when the thin tide runs back to it’s deep, watery home. I’ve sat for a while not wanting to plonk my heavy size 7s all over it’s perfect smoothness, but then the five year old inside me squeeled loud as she often does. So here I am stomping about the internet with my coat of extended metaphore and wonder-goggles on.
I want to create a corner in which to share the frankly ridiculous amounts of joy I get from the natural world and the stories that arise from it.
I hope you find a cosy spot here and are able to pad around a bit, fluff up some saggy old cushions and settle down into a place of purring happiness.
I really wish I could purr.