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,
I am excited for April. With the 1st of the month heralding not just a new month, but a new collection of days, and weeks, to live amongst, with my nearest and dearest. Easter Holidays, and adventures. A wedding also, which I cannot wait to attend. With the clocks now having changed, to British Summer time, and Daylight Saving,
March has been full of new ideas… Well, saying that, the ideas have been in my head for what feels like forever. Months, at most, where I knew that for now, they would have to say steadfast in journal, or in mind. Written down, in pencil, with details noted besides, for instruction, for when the space in my days became
There is a little girl that lives in me still. I think I have been reminded of her moreso these last weeks, due to the fact of my father’s passing. The fact that my parents are no longer in this world. Neither my Dad, nor my Mum. The fact that I am now she; the mother and the ‘grown up’.