Not all declarations of love are hearts and roses,
sometimes they are quiet thoughts,
quiet words and quiet deeds.
Last year, visiting the Llyn Peninsula on a chilly April day, we walked down on a rocky coast with it's gritty beaches tucked in between the hard rock. There were a few other hardy souls doing similar hunched head walks, you know the type I mean - when you are cold and wrapped up but the bitter wind still manages to find the gaps, so you hunch your shoulders up about your ears in the vain hope you will feel warmer ..... yeah, I've done that too.
Any hoo, as we walked along, watching the grey sea and sky merge into one, Eldest was picking up stones and skimming them on the restless water. He called me over ... he'd found this ...
Scratched into the soft stone was a sad little message of love and loss.
We stood there, Eldest and I, and in the midst of the sounds of the sea,
the wind, the screech of the gulls,
it felt very quiet.
Don't forget to visit the other hearty marathoners - the link to their pages is on the right.