I'm a huge believer in a modern day monastic-type life. A quiet, reserved life without pressures, simple cooking, a haven from forced smiles and positivity. Authentic emotions not only permitted, but encouraged. Daily tasks and learning. Being with like minded folk.
It's that time of the morning when G and I start hedging our bets on which one will get up and make the tea first.
I do hope Sandford Police make their way over here soon. Their presence is required.
Didn't get to see the comet although I tried several times; haven't experienced the aurora as I've just missed it by virtue of being asleep. 😩 Stared for a while at the glorious Moon last night though. No photos; you're just going to have to trust me. 😁
A traditional Breton box bed at the ecomusée in St. Rivoal, Brittany. Absolutely tiny, or cosy whichever way you look at it.
Autumn has landed on Dartmoor. I took this photo when I was in the UK last week. It already seems a long time ago.
Back home in my own bed reflecting on the past week.