When the sun comes out my spirits soar. Yesterday, it rained all day. Rained cats and dogs, and dog and I got soaked walking. It wasn’t that I didn’t have enough to occupy me indoors so much as that the dreary light sapped my resolve, and my husband and I sat around moaning about how cold it was for June, and how tired we felt.
This morning, the sun woke us shining through the bedroom door. I was up and out early with yesterday’s wet pooch – we walked along the lane, up the slate track, and round the field at the end. I stopped when I got back to the lane to wait for said dog to catch up – she’s twelve and getting slower – and was delighted to see a bank vole scuttle across the lane. It’s been a couple of years since I last saw one…
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