Thankfully, there's time enough for a walk down the hill and across the valley with Wilf. Despite the blue skies it's a fierce morning. The unsuspecting birds hurled, shrieking, through the air by the strength of the wind. Down here by the river it's sheltered and calm. Underfoot, the winter leaves smell fresh and nutty in the way of a fruitcake. A solitary, good looking , heffer rests her head on the wooden fence and watches us sidle by. Wilfs quite content. Nose down in the grass verge. A patch of white ploughing through the first of the wild gentians. The overwhelming desire to pick up the phone, cancel everything and stay here.
Another earthquake in New Zealand. 65 dead. If ever your prayers were needed think of the kind folk at www.fourpawsandwhiskers.blogspot.com .