Trying to emulate the Annaghmakerrig flow of life at home means I seem to miss a lot of e-life. And at the moment, the writing needs that. I'm scribbling away; missing my podcasts and zillions of updates, but there you go.
Last week I took a walk on my last day in the Tyrone Guthrie Center, to try to capture some of the autumn colours festooned on the estate. As I traipsed around I thought of people I know who love trees, who feel them as real as people in their lives; they would enjoy this place.
2 comments:
Dr. O. Lovely pictures and you don't need me to tell you where they took me (ok we didn't have a lake......). So might this be the time to take up some of those offers you had over the summer about guest bloggers?
Ah, that's lovely - funny how potent the landscapes of childhood can be.
Re. the blog, I am scheming!
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