Winter

Oh dear, I am quite out of the habit of blogging. Part of the problem is that we have no Internet other than that on our phones, but the biggest thing would be winter sport. Two children doing cycling, one doing hip hop (not a sport, but still something to be driven to and from), one doing netball and two doing soccer, means that we are forever driving people to training, games or races.

The house is great. I sit at the big bench in the morning, drinking tea. My back is to the view but I can still see it in the splash back. The sunshiny view here lifts the spirits.

When I run I look down, rather than up at the sunrise. I can watch the fog far below as I run in clear, crisp (read freezing) air.

Look what Kristy gave me for my birthday! For those not in the know, it's Charlotte Brontë, author of my beloved Jane Eyre. I have worn it every day.