Sycamore

I needed the calm of the estuary and my walk with Gus this evening (Monday, I am back blipping this Tuesday).  The sun was just about to descend into cloud, and this was its last hoorah.

In my post on 2nd September, I mentioned a10 minute conversation and the emergence of a pattern amongst apparently random dots.  Today I had a consultation with a specialist who gave much greater shape to that pattern.  We have a clearer idea now of what we are dealing with.  It wasn't what we would have wanted to hear, but equally it might have been much worse.

Now I know why my energy levels have declined so much this year, so much indeed that I often don't feel like carrying a heavy camera around with me as we have our morning walk over the Knott.  I haven't been able to get out of bed for the sunrise, even this last few days when it has been glorious and at a civilised time.  We know too why I have had man flu so often and the beastly bacterial infection that floored me in the Spring and early Summer.  

I don't want to dwell on this further in my journal, but I owe this explanation to the people here who care about me, and who take the trouble to read the words as well as look at the pictures.  The next few months and beyond have their uncertainties, more needs to be done to work out the way forward.  I shall maintain my presence here as best I can, but in the blips I want to emphasise the beauty that surrounds me and capture those special moments that enrich my life and will give comfort and joy in the more challenging times ahead.