Forgive me. It's been too long since I've been in touch. But while sorting through my shoe box of snap shots the other day, I came across splashes of colour, images frozen in time, which reminded me of you and of Christmas last. I thought you'd like to see some.
I can't believe it's been nearly five weeks since we left Nelson's country. The bracing cold air of Norfolk in winter is losing its bite. The memory of it, burning my cheeks and causing my ears to throb, fading like a dream upon waking. I cling to it just as fervently but it's hard to retain such a memory when the humidity here makes you sweat even as you sit unmoving.
|Frost on the field of Norfolk, early morning.|
Elsewhere, Australia swelters as summer wanes to autumn. Tree branches, bereft of moisture, pop and burst in the severe heat. They crash to earth and sometimes land on things they should not have, like cars. Our summer heat makes it less enjoyable to walk, unless you go very early in the morning of course. I miss walking against the chilling winds everyday. Trudging across farrow fields, over moss covered stiles, through paddocks of inquisitive sheep, making interesting discoveries.
|"You smell what you hear" Cabbages, churned earth, manure, geese, pigs - the scent of the country|
Miss 6 states the obvious
Milk keeps better outside. Lone apple. Gale force winds. A lesson in tenacity.
Our means of navigation was straightforward enough. Step outside, spy a church tower and walk steadily towards it, heedless of the twisting, narrow country lanes. All that walking meant I endured a self enforced hiatus from writing, commitments, duties, obligations. It was invigorating in every sense.
|Not yet available at Super Butcher.|
I hear it's snowed since we departed. I wonder how the early blooming crocuses and daffies have fared? Christmas had vanished from our neighbourhood when we arrived back home. Not a fairy light was to be seen. There were no spicy scented Christmas candles burning, no Nativity scenes, no garlands of tinsel hanging in shopping centres, no more carols on the radio.
|Snow in Queens Square, Attleborough, Norfolk|
It's gotten busy here. I may not have time to write for a while. Must away, the chooks need feeding.