Saturday, 15 October 2011

A Charmed Life


On the face of it you could say I live a charmed life. There are not many people who can spend the afternoon mucking about down at the shore with their wee dog. Walloping about the rock pools, looking at the different types of seaweed...feeling their texture ugh, wondering about some of the funny shaped pepples and rocks...Watching the birds ... while having an internal dialogue with yourself about the futility of human existence.

Mid week or any time I can't say as I know many people who would have the time or even the inclination to wallop about the shore. I think perhaps I have slipped back into my childhood. That time when life was charmed.



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