One of the hardest things about losing my job at Silver Helm was walking away from the wonderful views over the city from our office on the fourteenth floor. In the penultimate week a foggy day brought some of the most breathtaking yet. They were all the more poignant because I knew they were going to be some of the last. Continue reading An island in the clouds – first published 11 december 2013
The pyracantha flowers were beginning to open on the way to the river on Wednesday morning. The tiny white flowers and pearl like buds looked like a wedding bouquet. When I reached the riverbank there were no swans but it was hard to tell where the sky ended and the river began. The morning sun slanting through a host of tiny clouds created an illusion of infinity that made me dizzy. Continue reading Infinite sky, reflections and an empty nest
By Friday morning the WordPress upgrade debacle of the night before felt like it had been a bad dream. When I checked the blog I was glad to see things looked relatively normal although some work was still needed to make things pretty. Sadly I didn’t have time for that because I had to go to work. At least it wasn’t raining but the wet pavements told me it had been. It was colder by a few degrees too but nothing that could really be termed wintry. It may be December but somehow winter doesn’t seem to be able to get a grip this year. Continue reading What happened to winter?