Well, I am finally coming down from my time away – six days caring for my mother, and then my annual weekend writing retreat. There is so much to deal with, so many emotions to process. Its been a very intense time, with not much time for myself or my creativity. The only thing I have really been able to do is to keep taking photographs. I’m so glad I did, though. It gave me such pleasure to be able to capture a few moments, which I’d like to share with you:
During my time at my mother’s home, her hairdresser visited. John Hallett has been cutting my mum’s hair for a mind-boggling 41 years. He used to cut mine when I was little. It was wonderful to see him again, and a privilege to watch him work.
We managed to get a couple of walks on the beach nearby when my mother was feeling better. Even in the bitter wind, it did us both good.
The view from the train station at Portsmouth on the way home was pretty impressive too:
I managed to settle to a bit of writing on my retreat, in spite of all the emotional upheaval. This is a shot of my desk during the weekend:
And this was the sky outside our house yesterday morning. Freezing cold, but sunny and beautiful. I’m so grateful to live where I do.
Hope you’ve enjoyed my little photo interlude. On Friday, I’ll have a new Quickfic for you, crafted on my writing retreat! Yay! I got something done!