Sunset

... sigh ... sigh ... multiple sighs ... more multiple sighs ...

A rotten journey in extremely wet conditions.
A rush to walk down to the sea before it got dark and a fish and chip supper : )
I hadn’t seen many geese all the way down and back and worried that bird flu had really taken its toll ... then, this happened ... extra ... : )

Thinking of concepts of home and good ol’ WW came to mind
... from ‘Home at Grasmere’ ...
Of majesty and beauty and repose,
A blended holiness of earth and sky,
Something that makes this individual Spot,
This small abiding-place of many men,
A termination and a last retreat,
A Centre, come from wheresoe’er you will,
A Whole without dependence or defect,
Made for itself and happy in itself,
Perfect Contentment, Unity entire.