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Life’s sweet spots…

Yesterday the rain held off long enough for George and I to join Mum and Dad at the track for a ‘boys and their toys’ session and train rides.

A special day unfolded as we rode together under the canopy of the trees between the fields and around the old fishing lakes. Dad was running his diesel engine, because it’s easier for him to handle nowadays, and there was a wonderful mix of steam engines and other diesels. The air was filled with concentrated conversations and sharings on engines and cries of ‘I need more water’ as pauses were made at the station platform. Smiles as we were asked to ‘Hop on and try this out’ and ‘Do you fancy a trip?’

In quiet pauses birdsong could be heard and we all felt the joy of travelling beside the last of the bluebells and rhodedendrons in bloom. Mum brought a yummy lunch which we shared in the clubhouse, as Bobby made tea among the sharing of stories and laughter.

My heart will hold the sight of George’s face relaxing as his grin broadened on each trip round the track. The moment my Dad lent towards George and shared a man’s perspective and the two men were in perfect accord. All the hugs as we parted and wended our ways home.

George discovered that the track was in Daresbury the birthplace of Lewis Carroll, thanks to my Mum. ‘Do you fancy seeing the church and commemorative window?’ he asked me, so we turned right instead of left out of the farm gate.

Lewis Carroll’s Dad was the local vicar and we were lucky enough to have a kind lady show us round the church. The stained glass window depicting Lewis Carroll’s life is beautiful and we stood there hand in hand gazing up at it.

Our exploring afterwards took us through tiny little villages tucked away between country lanes, quintisential pastoral scenes unfolding one after the other, a big set-up selling secondhand pieces, hand made furniture and all sorts of goodies for the home and from there we moved onto a country pub garden. A giggling game of random questions could have had us moved on for inappropriate behaviour, but we got away with it, only disturbing a duck on the little stream running through the garden. They are holding duck races there next weekend and there is already an impressive display of rubber ducks appearing at the back of the bar.

We wended our way back home through the country lanes with memories made of spun gold and love. ❤

Creativity sparked by subtle loving blessings…

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I have been tucked up working and creating and in an effort to keep fit I walk into town whenever I need anything. It rains a fair bit here and we are only a few weeks away from Winter now, so my thoughts are turning to sturdy footwear. Anyway, I digress. Today I finished painting my latest canvas and propped it up to dry and togged up to walk into town. My sister and her lovely man are away working for their nursing charity in Uganda and they have sent through some wonderful waterfall photographs. The feeling from them inspired my painting today.

I set off and five minutes into my walk down the long and winding driveway the heavens opened.

Loving kindness weaved in. My lovely landlord and his brother, my lovely farmer, have a real family set-up going on here. Lots of ‘lovelies’. Their Mum lives in the main hall, and up until now, we had not met. This afternoon she picked me up on the driveway and we drove into town together. Jane and Jane (really…) nattered away, swopping family details and history as women do and parted company with broad smiles in the small square at the top of the town.

Just over five years ago my apartment was a milking parlour when the farm was a dairy enterprise.

Having finished all my errands I walked back down the country lane to the feel of rain falling softly, sounds of a rugby game in full cry at the local secondary school drifting across the fields, a toddler walking with his Grandad and marveling at a rainbow across the hills, cows calling to one another and a dog barking on a far away farm.

My lovely farmer picked me up on the drive and we drove up the rest of the way nattering away together. Then we stood and watched a Jay break out from the fishing lakes and my lovely farmer said ‘She’ll land in that far tree’ and he was right, she flew across the field and settled into the chestnut tree on the other side of the field.

Jay in flight

After the recent local firework display a cygnet, still with grey feathers, took refuge on the fishing lake and we both feel that she will not be on her own for long. She is slowly turning white.

I remember a quote from Miss Marple, in an Agatha Christie story, when she was asked how she could know so much from living in such a small country village. She replied ‘Oh my dear, but all of life is here.’

In our ‘here’ we all thrive in the midst of life, with loving kindness and a rainbow painting love across the sky.

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Jane Sturgeon

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