It's overcast here but not raining for a change. Nothing planned and it's very tempting to sit around in home, radio on and a book in hand, teapot on the go, etc. But I really should make an effort to go out somewhere and enjoy the fresh air, maybe a beach walk or something . . . .
When I lived up-country and my visits to Cornwall were just a 2-week camping break in the summer holidays, I used to dream how wonderful it would be to live there and have all of Cornwall on my doorstep, where I could go to a beach or walk the coastal path any time I wanted.
So I made the dream come true. I walked the coastal path with my dogs and went to the beaches with my two youngest sons and it was every bit as wonderful as I'd dreamed.
Now the sons have made their own lives and the dogs have gone (Bess, Todd and Zac) and I am 30 years older.
It's 6 months since my companion, Zac, died; I am still recovering from (and being restricted by) a knee replacement operation and arthritis is rearing its ugly head more often (Cornwall's damp climate doesn't help but I forgive it !)
My mojo for enjoying the great outdoors has got up and gone - it takes a great effort to go out somewhere, anywhere. Sitting around is bad - I need to get walking again, bring those muscles and joints back into use. I need a DOG!
Oh my! Aren't I in a reflective mood? But it's good to write down my thoughts and hopefully to DO something about it.
And now the sun has peeped through the greyness. I'm off for a shower and I'm GETTING OUT THERE!