Memories

Woke up to a pouring rainy dark grey day. After my morning ritual sat down to read my book just as I did about 40 years ago just after we had got the summerhouse. Sat that time on the same spot, on a similar rainy grey morning reading a book which I very well remember, How green was my valley by Richard Llewellyn, my feet on the table reading and looking out seeing in the south west horizon a light stripe breaking through, like the one on today’s blip. That time the sun and a lovely weather followed. Today another dark cloud and more rain followed. I still have the book How green was my valley. The memory which popped up today may make me read the book again.