Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Morning walk near the mouth of the other river, the Hindmarsh.

We havent walked on this beach for ages, coastal wattle in flower in the dunes and great clouds. This has been the year of clouds. Very rough weather this afternoon, scuds coming in hard and fast and it has been very cold again. glad of the fire. I am still packing stuff up, mostly epns silver, but old stuff. All needs a good clean, one day! An interesting exercise going through stuff, I didnt realise there was so much old English china either. I am making a small rat in between packing.

1 comment:

The Weaver of Grass said...

Oh dear - packing. It is a word that looms large in my world at the moment too.