Un temps de Canard!

Some of my favourite times here are those
misty grey days, where it rains but not the
torrential type, more gentle and calm. I


like to climb the hill which is behind my
house and look out over the island to the
sea and the other islands beyond. there
is something lovely about these grey days,
they are refreshing, that's what it is, a
break finally from the incessant sunshine.

Sunset from my balconyI feel that this is a season of rediscovering my passions.
This bog I hope will in effect document that path which
I am walking. In the last few years I remembered the
importance of friendship, I realised that however much
I want to see the world, discover forgotten places and
treasures for myself, it isn't worth doing unless you can
share it with people you love and be surrounded with
people who care for your heart and you for theirs.

Is this for real?

Wow I am writing a bog! I can't believe it? especially considering
that I am doing this instead of planning my next week of teaching.
I have decided to write a bog partly due to personal requests
and partly in the hope, not so much of writing anarchist like news
or ideas, but in the hope that this can be a little cocoon of
inspirational creativity.

I suppose that I should write about myself and my news and that
sort of thing, but I think that that sort of information will be
alluded to but not forthrightly spoken about. One will simply
have to deduce how I am doing from the material posted by
yours truly.