So, a couple of weeks ago I had dropped Jessica at school and decided to take the long route home around the back of the island, which I often do when I don't have Amelia with me. Other than being perhaps not cold enough for my liking, as I would love snow here, it was the perfect winters morning. That cool, fresh air, the sunlight that feels as if it is still trying to overcome the still, darkness of the night before and yet I am not sure in winter if it ever really manages. I love how the midday sun in Winter doesn't really amount to anything and can be passed over before it is noticed. But that morning the sun was trying to make its presence known and at this time of year it rises so close to Daymark, the highest point of St Martin's. Seeing this I dashed back to the house in hope that I could persuade Will and Amelia out for a walk. It didn't take much persuading.
The walk took all morning. We walked up to Daymark and then over the heather and gorse (literally, not our best chosen route), then round and down onto Par beach to watch the launch come into the quay bringing the freight. It was a morning where nothing was achieved, our general aims of the day slipped away and yet we felt so fulfilled. We do live in a beautiful place and mornings like that are needed to pause and remember to make sure we never become complacent of what is right there on our doorstep. I think best of all was finding the little pile of hail, as close to snow we have had for a couple of years, and Amelia being so excited and deciding the best thing to do would be to eat it!
A simple morning, but a morning that felt nourishing. I hashtag slow, simple living maybe more often than I could truly say it happens because although our island life is slow compared to the traffic jam rush of the mainland, I still feel dragged through the weeks by days filled by so many bits and pieces. But this morning, this morning was truly a hashtag slow living x