Sunday, November 16, 2014


Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes, 
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, 
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting  
over and over announcing your place 
in the family of things.

Dark rocks keeping the sea at bay and the town safe

Exploring Mary Oliver's poetry yesterday and came across the above poem, we have heard the geese flying over several times in the last few days, perhaps bad weather is on the way.
Sunday morning, and we wake up to a misty morning, today in about an hour we will start the drive to Whitby, I'm packed, but LS takes ages for everything to be quite right. I shall leave the doves handfuls of seed, but it will soon be gone and they must forage elsewhere for the coming week. We go to see the cottage we like and on which we have an offer, but there are a couple more LS wants to see as well, it is probably going to be a busy time, no driving over to Todmorden this time to see the family, though the housing market of course will become very quiet as we head towards Christmas.

East Pier


  1. Do hope you move to this area soon - it is so beautiful around there - so all you need to do now is to sell your house. If it is as lovely weather as it is here in The Dales today then I hope it is the same when you arrive.

  2. Easier said than done 'selling houses' Pat. The weather is dull and today has been filled with mending stuff in the cottage.

  3. Safe journey. Any offers on your current house yet?

    1. No Jennie, people seem interested, but for instance someone with two cars and a garage full of motorbikes can't fit them all in our one garage! Think the market is quiet till after Xmas....