Saying goodbye

I had a long post to go with this picture, all about an event in my life or, more precisely, my mum's, which was all about a situation in which something can be taken from you quite suddenly or whether you have some warning and time to say goodbye.

But now I've say down to write it, with the fire crackling and a glass of wine at hand, it seems a bit to heavy to get into. Let's just say that after much conversation over a period of weeks, we decided it's always better to have a chance to say goodbye.

So, here's a picture of me on the doorstep, this morning, enjoying one of my last few daybreaks at the cottage.