A Visitor From Afar
Yesterday, as often happens, I saw
through my window, somebody taking photographs.
A few moments later, the doorbell rang, and as I opened the door a couple stood in the street, the man apologised for bothering me, and explained that they had travelled from Tasmania to visit this house as it was here that his great great grandfather had lived.
Yellow on a grey day…
Polruan in January
The sky, the water, the cliffs, the narrow roads, the stone cottages and the slate roofs are all shades of grey.
Grey smoke curls from the chimneys of a few cottages that have wood burning stoves and people indoors to be comforted by them.
A visitor
Harry Pushkin the Polruan cat visits me, I think he visits a few other folk too.
Sometimes I don’t see him for many days…
Night Time Thoughts…
When I wake up in the dark peacefulness; that is when I decide to let my imagination out of it’s box.