A skirt around hated

words aloud to acknowledging when I finally say them. One non family who noticed this... the one agency who learnt from the failings 

A breakfast in ...

the mourn of another county ... with a cousin in shifts, all fingers and thumbs. The preparation of blooms and messages to lay later on a coffin of an Uncle ... 

.. our memories of our family times in towns of both Cornwall and Devon ... And new little gems in learn my daughter still loving, when I talk to her boyfriend ... this time with a cousin ... 

A daughter getting to see her Mum interact with family that was so lost for a time! An overnight stay in preparation for the funeral of our Uncle ... and much more besides ... 

In the self

while I acclimating myself. The slow slog back. The compression in many aspects. The seek in where my skills lie. Do I waste more seasons? Do I strive to study? Or do something hands on?

The identity others seem to think I have lost. I have not lost it. It went in hiding a while. I always had the time to self. I was raised to have my own life, within a couple. And then from being a Mum. In easiness for the logistics of life and much besides.The balance of a women to maintain her identity.... when juggling the concepts of all that fall on us.

The times women could not vote, attend funerals, let alone speak out about matters. It is still customary not to speak unless spoken to, or cover bits or all of oneself when not with her husband, to go out ... in many cultures still. 

Yet the males who are protective over their own females, or indeed males these days too, the sometimes contradictory disregard of the very same ethics to other women or men, on the other hand as innate objects to lust over. Those that belong to some part of indescribable society where human slavery still happens in all forms, unimaginable too, The dogs that are breed to fight other dogs for fun. And on it goes. 

At least it is

not a rat ... 

A daughter's first pet since leaving home .. 

The work on the sand bar

at tide out in an area of outstanding natural beauty. This beautiful country with so many places not everyone can access.

The many people and I have not seen so many dogs in one place for a while. A bit of a lull at times where I could take a photo in peace. The variety of dogs though 'twas amazing.

A time out

from the perpetual tasks laden from another time in place. The colour spectacular in nature. The colours in bold of the festive season. The social chit chat. The tactile feel of much elsewhere in events special. The activities supported in the interweave of time doing festive crafts with newly met people. 

It certainly left an imprint and impacted thy knowledge of what can be achieved under duress. The gift of time, in speciality of those warm smiles once again, reciprocated. The fond care shown from those not given enough time for them to expand their experiences to beyond their personal space ... 

Other anxious in the noise outside.