It seemed incongruous this morning waking up to a clear, calm, bright and sunny morning with choirs of birds singing their little heads off, knowing that a horrific scenario is being played out across the opposite side of Europe. Somebody please stop that madman.
Nevertheless, I was motivated to grab the opportunity to attempt some form of normality after 6 weeks of inactivity.
P went off for his usual Friday morning volunteering session gardening at the local Victorian House museum so I decided to try a walk into town.
My scar has healed well but the bruising seems to reappear after I have been moving about. I consulted Professor Google who suggested it may be leaking blood vessels following the surgery. I have messaged the surgical team for advice but decided to go for a walk anyway.
A slow saunter to the library for more books, then a sneaky little purchase from the Hospice shop of a sweater dress, unworn with labels still attached. It is warm and cosy and long enough to hide my scar. I do love a bargain.
I walked back along the Prom, after stopping to buy a cinnamon swirl to have with my coffee.
The tide was out and there were several dog walkers enjoying the beach.
I stopped at the corner across the train tracks from our driveway and took this shot .
I am looking forward to the start of the heritage railway season when the trains will be chugging alongside our garden fence.
Sometimes it helps to just stop and appreciate what is good about life.