This morning began with a desire to climb up a hill, and a realisation that going away for four weeks takes a lot of organisation. So, dropped van at the garage for a good check over and walked home.
Pembrokeshire is still a quiet place. There were few cars on the road. My head is full of eagles, peregrines and plans.
In Pembrokeshire you don’t need a weather vane to know which way the wind blows. I have one anyway.
Came home, where Glyn’s house was wrapped in blackthorn blossom and a small cat was waiting on the path. She was quickly joined by the boys.
Now I have two days left to paint peregrines in preparation for Easter weekend at Holkham Hall, where I will be working with Marilyn from the Norfolk Centre for the Children’s Book, write a book, pick up paintings, pack and my head is full of eagles. Something has to give.
I have a list, washing on the line, a good book to read and the sun is shining.