Sunday, 28 October 2012

On the Nature of Disappointment

I was supposed to be going to Devon tomorrow for a final blast of sun and salt sea air before the biscuit tin is shut up for the winter. Not to mention a blow across Dartmoor with Ted.  But I am too poorly to go and shall be spending at least the next two days in bed with a succession of mugs of hot milk and rum.  

Here's what I'm going to be missing.



rain, but not on me



murk



salt



peace



exertion



fog



treasure



wind



reflection



shelter



redwings



waters



stormlight



horizon



sheep



life



an exorcised dog




2 comments:

  1. I hope you feel much better soon, Deborah, and manage to squeeze in some salted air before the winter storms really set in!

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    1. Thanks, Caroline. I shall have to go down but only to shut the biscuit tin up for winter. That said, my novel which is set on Dartmoor is coming out in January, so I shall have reason to go down there a lot to try and sell it. Always good to have an excuse!

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