I came across this post, written two years ago and not posted, for some reason. At the time I was still writing as Felicity and everything, including our animals had been given alternative names - ie Toby, the dog, had been disguised as 'Dobson', even the cats had different names and I had renamed our village as 'Little Bunting'. 'Cowslip Cottage' is a lovely old cottage in a village just a couple of miles away, it belongs to my son and his wife. It was a wreck when they bought it, we helped out with the renovation work. I tell you all this, lest you become confused about what the heck I am on about.
Written almost exactly two years ago.
After weeks of heavy, low, cloud Lincolnshire is again bathed in sunshine and warmth. Some days have been unpleasantly humid but today seems just right for me, but then I am simply lounging around and relaxing. It is wonderful, but it does feel a little odd after putting in so many months of hard work down at Cowslip Cottage.
My morning walks with Dobson are slightly more leisurely, though just as early, as I can't seem to break the habit of waking around five am, in order to be ready to go down to the cottage and work.
Luckily, I love early mornings. The lanes are quiet and the fields are peaceful.
As I waited for Dobson to finish sniffing at the cobbled base of the village signpost I was surprised to see a beautiful muntjac deer slip out of the hedgerow and cross the lane. She was just a few yards away, silent and beautiful. She paused, looked me in the eye, then melted away into the hedge on the other side of the lane.
Dobson was oblivious, his attention was completely taken by some amazing smell, thank goodness.
We left the lane and walked through fields of golden barley, meandered across the old railway line and down the other side into more burnished fields. The sun was pleasantly warm, birds were singing, the sky was blue and it was a time of perfect contentment and happiness.
Back to the present: The cats got me up at 4.30am, I took an early walk with Toby and was thrilled to see two very large and handsome hares leisurely running along the lane in front of me. They ran straight along the middle of the lane for a good 100 yards, perhaps more, before turning off into a field. Beautiful creatures.
Lazy post, I know. Still feeling a bit zapped after all the efforts on Monday. I am becoming such a wimp.