The Goans are off on a traditional British summer holiday.
Cue for a song- take it away Cliff…
(Nice little misogynist twist at the end there!)
This year we are heading to Whitby, on the Yorkshire coast- a familiar old place for us, as we had our Honeymoon at Robin Hood’s Bay almost 20 years ago. We have fond memories of parking our Citroen 2cv with it’s bumper against a lamp post as neither the hand brake nor leaving it in gear would hold it on the steep cobbled street.
The blog will be quiet for a couple of weeks
For those of you who are staying at home, or travelling- may you find rest. May there be some mid summer Jubilee.
May the noise of children mingle with the sound of sea gulls to conjure up best memories of your own childhood.
May the days rest soft and the nights be kind.
And may God hold you in the palm of his hand…
There is a time for all things under heaven
A time for marram grass to move
In gentle air
And for the dying sun
To turn all green things gold
To alchemise the evening
Into a luminal place
On the twilit edge
A time when the last call of the curlew
Will echo away over the dimming mountains
And the stillness is itself
A time for this day
Enjoy it- it is one of our favourite places and it is lovely. 25 miles away and an occasional bolt hole!
Thanks Graham- and if you are in the area…
There is nothing I would love more!
eeek Chris—– I just emptied my spam folder and didn’t properly check- I think I deleted an e-mail from you…… apologies…