I have been aware of not feeling ‘right’ for a while. Continuing as always, but being unbelievably tired, my ‘best’ has felt entirely sub optimal. Coasting on coffee fumes, broken sleep, and although eating well, my energy has been low. Chasing my tail, and the ticking off boxes, but not feeling like I have been strictly ‘achieving’
Glenlyon, said to be the world’s longest, loveliest and loneliest Glen. We visited as a part of our family, just three of us at the start of August. Three days and two nights only… Blissful and peaceful. A tiny cottage gifted for this short time of tranquil haven. Moth trap mornings and walks aplenty.
With birthdays galore, and trips to favourite places on the cards, August promises to be a month rich in lovely experiences and nature filled wonder. The hills and rivers of Scotland call me, and I crave quiet days where I can sketch, write and photograph nature’s details whilst having the space I need to breathe and to ponder the ideas
July arrives with the brink of the Summer holidays in sight. Mere days to go until we take a much-needed family break, and the girls have time away from both school and usual sporting pursuits. A few peaceful weeks, with less places to have to be, and also, with the space in our days to visit and experience places and
June’s arrival feels like a new beginning. Scone Palace Garden Fair, was the perfect way to end May, and with it, with a day in lieu to rest, feet up, the 1st of June arrived. Fresh as a daisy, and invigorated by the loveliest couple of days at Scone, where I left feeling like my cup was refilled, and emboldened by
May sees me stepping further than I have felt like stepping in a long time. Since my father died, I have generally felt the need to stay in the known. My home, my family, my friends, my work where my colleagues know me well. Inside out in fact… there is so much comfort in that. April involved lovely days,