Wet Bank Holiday

Bank Holiday Monday could not have been wetter or more depressing.  All the more wonderful to wake to sunshine.

Before I started my working day I headed out for a blow on the prom. Swimmers were scurrying to Battery Rocks. Small fishing boats headed out to sea.

The morning was still and autumnal and sunlight shimmered in a wide ark across the sea. The sun held such warmth I decided to work outside in my garden.

In the afternoon I disappeared to the walled garden at Trewidden and used it as my office to get away from the sound of houses nearby being renovated.

I completed the chapter that had been exercising me and I have, at the end of this day, a rare sense of well-being. I have had a happy day as well as a good, satisfying working one. Not much more to ask for.

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