I always feel suprise to discover that I haven't updated my blog for four months, six months, ah alas, now almost a year. I always have lots of ideas for posts and then they slide out of my consciousness and i carry on with life content as if I'd posted them. I find the same with letters to friends.
Last time I blogged I had just finished reading A Boat in the Evening; a book i picked up on my trip to Oslo to see my lovely friend and her beautiful daughter.
Now they are moving back to the UK and I have moved to my pretty house in the woods. Well on the edge of the woods. The creatures that reside their make little note of border marking copse from garden as the badger's desire path makes plain. The occasional sight of deer nibbling the turf lifts one's heart. Deer, however numerous in statistics, have a rare effect and I can't help feeling I'm being allowed to watch something very secret and beautiful.
This is the view of the valley from our front room window. I took this picture in November on the first morning we stayed here overnight. From that moment I knew I was somewhere good and that I would stay a long time.
This is the magic oak tree in the field just below our house. The deer take shelter here on sunny days and I fancy it will be a nice place to sit with a book when the summer comes.
I shall post this before I allow the necessity of going to work to dissuade me.
I shall leave you with Olof Arnolds and Surrender.
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