We saw the most astonishing display the other night.
We were walking the dog along the river path.
Today was one of those days that reminded me of what the coast is – a summer’s day which releases special memories that go back 70 years.
The morning began with heat that seared the face and bare feet and the drawn out click and hum of crickets in the underbrush. I walked my dog along the beach and he dragged, not really interested in smells, just swims – his seriously wiry coat not what a dog would want to wear when the temperature was up to 32 degrees by 10.30. But the sea was as blue as the sky – they joined at some nebulous floating horizon. It’s the same whenever it’s hot – everything shimmers.
It’s madness in the cities on this little island. Madness, I tell you. People driving like crazed loons, minds anywhere but on the road, crowds in the supermarkets and stores and so on.
We went to the city for two days but then fled the angst as if it were a noxious fog.
I attend a wonderful school in Hobart, the Felicity Ryan Ballet , which runs classes not just for young ballet students but also for seniors, and I’ve been in seventh heaven in the studio each week (sometimes twice).
So, it’s almost summer. Despite rain, rain and more of it! The wettest in living memory.
Thus spring has meant preparing for summer because when one lives on the coast, summer after all, is pre-eminent.
‘Sweet sweet burn of summer and summer wind… ‘ (KD Lang)
It’s still wet! Wet wet wet!
Everything in the garden is done at breakneck speed as we literally only have one clear day between multiple wets. Are there still climate change deniers out there? Seriously?
Solitude is my escape.
Perhaps it’s the same for many others.
The need to get away from the chatter – daily chatter, social media chatter, TV chatter.
And sometimes one doesn’t have to go very far.
Finally… Reliquary, in both print and e-book, is published.
If I’m honest, I’ll say there were times I wondered if it would ever happen.
In the city for a couple of days this week, I took the opportunity to take some pics of the Matchbox. It’s such a tiny space with such a nice ambience and considering how long it can go before we give it attention, I really love it.
The first book in the new Peregrinus Series.