Where the White Cat Walks in Sunshine.
Outside, blue sky, blackthorn blossom.
The White Cat went walking. I was half way up the hill before I realised he was following. Or maybe he had crept out from the hedge where he hunted, thinking to leave the mice for later and join our adventures.
Up the hill he followed Ivy, where the trees reach over the green lane to make a tunnel.
Beneath his paws shy violets grew.
And on the rocks on top of the hill he sat and watched blue sky and bluer sea.
The tangle branched tree grew out from rocks coloured like The White Cat’s fur. Bright green leaf buds pushed out from hard bark.
In the shadow of the wind he sat for a while, soaking in sunshine, turning it to rainbows.
Back home Glyn’s house was open for people to see how the changes were made. Phil said that the cats were constant, in and out, through windows and doors, checking on the work, on progress. Glyn would be pleased.
The White Cat checked out the twigs that had fallen, dropped by the jackdaws still trying to nest in the chimney fawr.
And the old pegs were there still, and the screens that divided the rooms. And new old tiles were down on the floor and Welsh slate in the kitchen.
The cats come and go through the open windows, leaving their footprints, hunting for mice.
Now The White Cat sits in the window, where once Glyn sat. The room is lighter, brighter, cleaner. He would have loved to sit here, like this, The White Cat beside him, thinking and reading and watching the world go by. But maybe he does.
Taken by David Wilson, who is a wonderful photographer and was a good friend to Glyn.
Taken by Roy Essery, showing Glyn’s house as it was towards the close of his life.
Breathtaking photos. Literally. Thank you.
Thank you. He surprised me today. I dodn’t know he was with me until we came to the rise at the top of the hill. Funny cat. He does love to walk and wander.
Just Beautiful….all of it.
Thank you, what a treat x
Lovely, in every way – and Glynn’s house looks…honoured but so empty :/ Am glad you gave us the chance to touch his life when he was in hospital that time you asked for all the cards and am glad your little spirit cat seems so at home xxxx
Wonderful 🙂 I do so miss the peninsular the light and the sky are so unique