A summer morning...

This morning I got up at 5:00 a.m, and left home at 5:30 to walk down the hill to Crossflatts, to get some daily newspapers, as I do every morning during the week. Today there was a crispness in the air, a nearly clear blue sky, and hints of the sunrise. At the foot of the hill, I reach the Leeds to Liverpool Canal, and cross the road to the towpath. At this time of day, this is a restful route, with few other people. Today, I saw one person walking his dog as I walked towards the shops, and two cyclists on the return walk. By the time I began my walk home at 6:00 a.m the sun was about to rise over the horizon, and it was perceptibly warmer already. What better start to the day could I have?

Time flies...

How time flies when the summer fails to stay. It's a month since my last posting, and it is a bit of a blur. I've mowed the lawn a couple of times, read some books, written a bit, and reflected on my life now and what I want to do in the future. Thinking of starting a new blog, to write a new version of an account I wrote over forty years ago, about my year as a volunteer teacher in a small village in Tonga. I was eighteen years old, just left school,and it was a life changing year.