“We found a place. THE place. An old farm. Not pretty. But pretty perfect for our needs. Two orchards. Two acres. Fruit trees to harvest; apples, pears, figs. Walnut trees for a granddaughter’s swing. Well, well, what’s this? Water too. Swifts nesting. A barn owl. What a hoot. A…
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Musing about the most perfect Retreat
Thoughts and ideas in 100 words
Retreat … withdraw … move back.
So much for the city. Time for nature to nurture. Time for Margot’s Retreat. Time for our retreat. A chance to make a withdrawal from Nature’s Bank, brimful of bounties.
A soundtrack of running water. A lyrical symphony of birdsong.
Our cabin in…
The secret swimming spot. Whispered directions. Hushed reverence. Respect for hidden places only local folk know. Shared, guardedly. Overgrown tracks protecting secrets.
Sounds of falling water. A low hum; turning corners, louder still. Emerging from the undergrowth to thundering cascades. A natural amphitheatre. Rock walls rising from green depths…
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Cities, we’re torn … do we love them, or hate them?
Thoughts and ideas in 100 words
Cities present a dilemma. They’re shiny, bold, and brash. They crave our attention. Museums, architecture, the ‘buzz’. Moths to a flame, drawn inexorably to that ‘buzz’. It’s okay at first, inhale the unfamiliarity. Taking ‘pleasure’ from it. Buses, masks, exhaust fumes … exhausting. Fine Art; time stands still. Pacing…
100 words … how much can they say? A writing challenge to explore the expression of thoughts and ideas in fewer words.
Time spent in the Musée des Beaux-Arts reflecting on our preferences. What shapes our appreciation, the way our eyes are drawn, or our heads turned? The elegant twirl of Degas’ danseuses for me over the weighty religious allegories. Real-life, vividly realised. How do the ‘Greats’ become great? Through whose…
