A quiet moment at home - a precious thing. A fleeting visit before I set off for the day.
Yesterday I met a friend and with Moss we walked through fields and alongside canals.
The colours around us were softening, autumn in places is gently shedding her coat revealing bare branches.
The sky a delicate transparent grey, nondescript clouds drifting by and beads of geese heading to better feeding grounds.
The rest of the week will be 'nose to the grindstone' - I have played too long and although it was wonderful to feel that air on my face, feel the miles vanish beneath my feet, at the back of my mind were the lists of things that need completing, delegating, starting with new tasks quietly joining the bottom of queue.
Bring it on x