what a difference a [sunny] day makes

waking up to a house naturally lit. It does lift the spirit, lighten the load of whatever the unrelenting clouds and perpetual drizzle had packed into that invisible weight bearing thing which always rides on our shoulders. we have two hours now in which to prepare ourselves mentally, physically for a short and fair ferry ride (fairy ride) over to Mt. Edgcumbe, the family estate, the castle-not-a-castle, the fortefied manor home. pray with us young and old bloggers alike that gale winds or amazon-downpours do not catch us on our short journey from coast to coast across the plymouth sound. we are expecting a fair number of family members and then twenty old, (likely very old) tourists on a bus (coach) that will arrive shortly before our impromptu concert in the living room.

more to come. of course. 3 weeks worth.

-b