always a tricky one for me and when my fatigue really
kicks in with its disorienting-ways having burnt-out on adrenalin the
first two days of the 'holiday/ break/ anywhere-time'..........
that I haven't been stretching my wings, and wheels, a bit having
managed a little explore, a jaunt to help me get my bearings in this
relatively new somewhere to fix my body and mind in place being as I am
away from my familiar anchors....... like a spider who's just spun out a
single thread of silk to have it grabbed by the wind and whisked away
to this alien otherland..........
I do know I'm here though, which is a healthy start..... and there are kites, red kites, lots and LOTS........ and seen even more of these fork-tailed raptors in full possession of the wind beneath their wings..........
aside from the now ubiquitous kite I visited a National Trust 17th century manor house (yay!), failed to find a vineyard (boo......), saw red kites (oops, mentioned already)....... had a face-off with the HUGEST male turkey I've ever seen (I think we subconsciously agreed on a draw), had tomato and basil soup followed by a to-die-for-but-not-before-you've-eaten-it gluten-free lemon drizzle cake (more yay!), rescued a woman and her ice cream like a scene from Hitchcock's "Birds" by peeling a plethora of peckish pigeons (try saying that when you're drunk!) from her arms (yes it was as bizarre as it sounds)...
seems I haven't lost my bird-whispering skills.......... did a few more
things probably of little interest to anyone but me so apologies for
the slightly mundane bloggery today as fatigue has a way of
mashing-up my thought-processes to little more than bird poo....... but
at least I had some lemon drizzle.... gluten-free!
© robert greig 2017