A moment

It's been a tough day.
Richard woke in the small hours of the morning with a monster of a headache. Painkillers just made him throw up.

He'd spent yesterday and Tuesday painting and we're pretty sure it was the paint fumes that made him ill. On Tuesday evening he felt wheezy and yesterday had a minor nose bleed.

I've been looking after him and trying to give him opportunity to rest and he finally began to feel slightly less terrible by lunchtime. It's horrible to see someone suffering that much and I haven't really be able to think of much else all day.

When he said he would sit outside and try to eat something I knew it was safe to leave him for a while so I took the dog for a walk up the hill. This is the spot where I sigh at the distant view of the sea and Croyde Bay, and then turn around and walk back down to the house