January is one of those months that I find comes screaming out of the corners at me full tilt when I’m still trying to hold on to the slippery wondrousness of time at leisure in wonderful places. Continue reading
On Sunday evening my barefoot man and I took his barefoot fox terrier, Phoebe, down to the beach at the end of a beautiful day. The sun was nearing setting and, having been slightly softened by the hazy streaks of clouds across the whole sky all day, glowed as if lit from within and sent out a broad golden stream of light across the sea to us as we sat on the beach at Pringle Bay and watched.