One step

Two steps west, one step back east for the tree chunk..

When I can't see it my tendency is to think I've lost it, it's gone forever, I'll never see it again.

Today I spotted it almost completely buried in sand and shingle about fifty yards from the burn i.e it had doubled back on itself, so to speak.

My joy was so great at finding my old chum that I began to notice how artistically the fallen leaves had arranged themselves, singly and in pairs, how luminous their colours were in the flat grey light. I've put a few of them here and there's a sweet meditation on the cycling of the seasons here from an old blipchum recently returned to regular blipping.

Other than that I seem to have gotten a lot done whilst housebound waiting for the fridge freezer failure to sort itself out. No reading/writing as yet, maybe later.