On Friday we drove up the M6 to the old house in West End Morecambe and popped the heating on to warm it up.
...then switched on the electric blanket to air the bed...
...and off to Arnside in the wind with big skies and rainbows over the Bay.
A train goes off to Whitehaven again.
It looks like a toy train as it trundles over the bridge on it's way up the west coast of Cumbria.
We sit and stare and promise...we'll do that trip this year.
...my mum loved seagulls...her favourite book was " Jonathan Livingston Seagull"...
Rosie bought it for her.
...we used to watch them from the old caravan at Ballyferris...fighting the winds and soaring over the wild seas.
...we were just in time to catch the "bore" as it powered it's way up the Kent ...roaring like a tractor...
...caused many rainbows...I love a rainbow...it tells me " All will be well"...
(Julian of Norwich...thankyou..)
...then back to the old house and fish and chips with the blessed son...who now lives on The Bay.
A big fire in the grate and rugs around the knees and we talk of this and that ...
and are thankful.
