It was only the second of February Yet if felt better than many a day in July. There was hardly a breath of wind and it was sunny. The weather forecast for over six hours of sunshine was accurate. First light with its red glow promised clear sight of the sunrise. The glow and the […]Read more "Only the 2nd of February"
From first light to star light it was one beautiful day. The day was the last day of January 2019. It was dry, crisp and sunny. Although not the most dramatic sunrise it was still a delight. As the day progressed the sense of delight increased. It was a bright uplifting winter’s day. It is […]Read more "A Winter’s Day"
It’s one of these mornings when it is on the wild side. The sky is a dismal grey and it is wet and windy. Thankfully the morning plane landed. However, today’s ferry is cancelled. On such a morning it is easy to suffer memory loss. To forget the beautiful days of sunshine in the past […]Read more "A Note To Self"
“What a morning!” The phrase can be said or understood in several different ways. It can be no more than a casual remark – a neutral expression. It can express a sense of disaster or despair. It can proclaim joyful exhilaration. “Oh! What a morning!” This morning it was exhilaration. Before dawn, before first light, […]Read more "“What A Morning!”"
In many ways the island is quiet at present. In other ways there are many events taking place. After all it is a busy time for Santa and his island helpers. At times during this past week there has been a swell running. Standing outside our front door you can hear the waves breaking. There […]Read more "Quiet Beauty"
First light brought a strong hint of what lay ahead. The first streaks of light hinted at the coming sunrise. As the darkness receded the sky was a delight to behold. “Are you going to go out?” “Do you want to go to the memorial?” “Breakfast can wait until you come back.” Was I glad […]Read more "Glorious!"
There is a certain way they talk on natural history documentaries. In hushed, almost reverent tones, the presenter speaks. “It is 5:20am and I am slipping out of the house. There is a stillness, very little is moving. The sky all around is stratified – Morphing from red to blue.” “Any clouds are wispy and white, […]Read more "In Hushed Tones"