A Sunday walk:
A Sunday morning walk with beautiful cloudy light – soft, hazy and luminous. There was mist hanging over the mountains in the distance, raindrops still on the grass. Everything was quiet and still in the way things always are on a Sunday. I find it gets harder as I get older to spend my time doing what I really want to be doing – which usually is not much. Nothing productive anyway. Something leisurely and pleasant, something done purely for the sake of enjoyment. So it is my ritual, my practice, to spend my Sundays doing just that. A long walk, a late breakfast, a lazy afternoon reading in the hammock or listening to the radio over a cup of tea. The most satisfyingly spent hours of the week.