My cousin, who lives in a very wild bit of the Irish Atlantic Way, sends me their community calendar every year, with its local photographs which make me ache to go and see it for myself. But it is always ‘next year’ and the clock is ticking.
Well, I have my house back. The monstrosity of a tree is down, we have daylight once more, and a view! The only thing that has not gone into the loft is a needlefelt robin that DD gave me for Christmas. It is too nice to be just for Christmas, so he will live with us all the year round. I have been very grumpy today - always like this at the start of the year. I will give myself a good kick up the behind, tell myself there is more to look forward to than to fear, and get over it. If anyone’s aim is better than mine, please feel free!